That first meeting with the breast surgeon and my nurse navigator is a bit of a blur. This was when I was given my formal diagnosis of breast cancer even though all the other appointments earlier that week had been pointing to this fact. As I may have mentioned before, I pretty much shut down during that first meeting with those ladies. Thank goodness, my husband was there to save the day. I know now that I was suffering from a bit of shock and a lot of grief.
I remember the most grievous piece of information that stuck from that meeting was not that I would most likely need to have a mastectomy or that they would not know if the cancer had spread until a sentinel node biopsy could be done. It was the part about losing my hair that grieved me more than anything that day. But in true God-fashion, when the time came to actually lose my hair, it didn’t nearly seem like the ordeal I imagined it to be. When I write this, I don’t mean to belittle the experience in any way. What I do mean is that God met me and saw me through it like only He can do.
This is certainly not the first time I have written about losing my hair. In fact read here, here, and here if you would like. But since it is 31 Days of Caring for the Pink Warrior in your life, it is pretty important to consider how you might love her well through the process of losing her hair should she be forced to have chemotherapy. My amazing friends threw me a Hat and Scarf Party. I had reasons for not wanting to wear a wig {again, a very personal and sensitive decision}, so they knew I would need to have lots of options to cover my head.
There are not a ton of pictures from these months of my life but scroll down to see a few of the beautiful options I had to choose from:
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