While the experience of losing our hair is certainly devastating for many of us, this is also an amazing opportunity for us to really get artistic with how we want to express ourselves through beauty.
The idea of end of life decision planning can seem uncomfortable. However, it really is the last gift you can leave your loved ones.
Cancer, better known as the Big C, is a negative word altogether, however, I always try to find the positive in every negative situation.
It’s ok to be truthful about how you feel.
My post-cancer body is a work in progress, both physically and mentally. I would even go so far as to say that the battle is more mentally.
Like all great stories, my body has taught me many lessons. Lessons of love, of gratitude, of grace and patience.
As my physical wounds heal, I find myself counting my scars, and tracing them with my fingers. But, rather than seeing mutilation, I see new life lines and possibilities in those scars.
Breast cancer literally and figuratively cut me down and built me up. It forced me to see the “real” directly in front of my eyes, not the things my mind made up for me to see.
Living your life with your outward appearance so entrenched in your personal identity can make for extreme emotional issues when cancer takes your hair from you.
My confidence went from zero to bad ass! I just could not stop looking at them and how much I felt like a whole woman again.
