I distinctly remember that when I was diagnosed with cancer one of the very first things that entered my mind–surely within the first five minutes–was, “Oh my Gosh. My hair. It’s going to fall out!” Â That thought haunted me until my long brown hair actually did disappear. Â As I was shaving my head, I realized that often anxiety and anticipation is much worse than the event. Â After all, hair grows back, and I didn’t have to fix my hair for quite some time.
For me personally, the hair wasn’t as tragic as weight gain. Â One of the silver linings for me was the anticipation that I would lose a few pounds during treatment. Â (Sick, I know.) However, quite the opposite happened! Â I swelled up and gained about 15 pounds from steroids. A) Retaining fluid and B) increased appetite and couldn’t stop eating. Â See for yourself:
after four months of steriods!
So…by the end of treatment, I was over it. Over the baldness and wig-wearing. Done with the fatness and clothes that didn’t fit. Â Disappointed by the scar that would forever mark my chest and was not easily camouflaged. Â Exhausted from trying to make outfits, scarves, accessories hide my illness. Â If you’ve met this disease called cancer, you understand.
The good news is that my hair did come back. Better than ever. They told me it would…didn’t really believe it, but it’s true. It’s the hair I always wanted: thick and curly. (Lesson: be careful what you wish for!) Â It took nearly a year, but I lost all of the extra weight and then some. Â Sarah is back! New and improved.
If you can relate, be encouraged! You’re not alone. Â Here is a short video from the Lance Armstrong Foundation of young cancer survivors sharing their body image issues and disappointments.









