been there, done that, try to eat some crackers or something if you can, keep your energy up. Chemo is brutal, I’m currently growing my hair out to donate it and I’ve still got these super tight curls for the first few inches of growth from the chemo making it grow back differently. Everyone says it looks great, so hopefully it makes someone a nice wig. But god, I remember how much I hated the nausea and how much more I hated and even grieved over the loss of my hair at the time (I like my hair, okay? And I look terrible bald.)
You got this. It’ll suck ass every minute, but you got this.
Thank you. I was honestly in shock for the first few hours after we got the diagnosis. The first time I cried wasn’t when I heard the word cancer, it was when I thought about her losing her hair. It’s been one of the hardest parts for her to come to terms with.
Since then she’s been trying on different scarves, wraps, and styles, and I think that’s helped her regain some sense of control over something that felt inevitable. She’s feeling much better about it now than she was a few weeks ago.
This is only week one, though, so we’re still very much at the beginning of the journey and haven’t experienced most of what treatment will bring yet.
Thank you for sharing your experience and for the encouragement. Hearing from people who’ve already walked this road means a lot right now.
Yeah it was exactly that deep despair I felt that made me want to donate it once it started growing back in – my hair is one of the few things I actually really like about myself, to lose it felt truly awful and I want to spare someone else feeling that way for long. I don’t know if I’ll keep growing it out and donating it forever, I might only donate the one time (long hair is, also, a giant pain in the ass); but it bothered me more than the nausea – and the nausea was fucking insane, first and only times I have ever projectile vomited in my life: being on chemo.
On that note, if you don’t already have a bucket handy at home: buy a bucket they can keep at the bedside, or something else with a wide opening that’s easy to aim for. Maybe also get some of those vomit bags they use in the hospital with the plastic ring that holds them open, they disappear easily into a pocket and are a great help when you’re gonna be sick while away from a convenient place to hurl.
And make sure once they do finish evacuating the entire contents of their stomach that they put something back in there after, even if it’s just a little soup or something; it is somehow even less fun retching on an empty stomach and they’ll need the energy.
been there, done that, try to eat some crackers or something if you can, keep your energy up. Chemo is brutal, I’m currently growing my hair out to donate it and I’ve still got these super tight curls for the first few inches of growth from the chemo making it grow back differently. Everyone says it looks great, so hopefully it makes someone a nice wig. But god, I remember how much I hated the nausea and how much more I hated and even grieved over the loss of my hair at the time (I like my hair, okay? And I look terrible bald.)
You got this. It’ll suck ass every minute, but you got this.
Thank you. I was honestly in shock for the first few hours after we got the diagnosis. The first time I cried wasn’t when I heard the word cancer, it was when I thought about her losing her hair. It’s been one of the hardest parts for her to come to terms with.
Since then she’s been trying on different scarves, wraps, and styles, and I think that’s helped her regain some sense of control over something that felt inevitable. She’s feeling much better about it now than she was a few weeks ago.
This is only week one, though, so we’re still very much at the beginning of the journey and haven’t experienced most of what treatment will bring yet.
Thank you for sharing your experience and for the encouragement. Hearing from people who’ve already walked this road means a lot right now.
Yeah it was exactly that deep despair I felt that made me want to donate it once it started growing back in – my hair is one of the few things I actually really like about myself, to lose it felt truly awful and I want to spare someone else feeling that way for long. I don’t know if I’ll keep growing it out and donating it forever, I might only donate the one time (long hair is, also, a giant pain in the ass); but it bothered me more than the nausea – and the nausea was fucking insane, first and only times I have ever projectile vomited in my life: being on chemo.
On that note, if you don’t already have a bucket handy at home: buy a bucket they can keep at the bedside, or something else with a wide opening that’s easy to aim for. Maybe also get some of those vomit bags they use in the hospital with the plastic ring that holds them open, they disappear easily into a pocket and are a great help when you’re gonna be sick while away from a convenient place to hurl.
And make sure once they do finish evacuating the entire contents of their stomach that they put something back in there after, even if it’s just a little soup or something; it is somehow even less fun retching on an empty stomach and they’ll need the energy.