Many Faces and Phases During Cancer
- Deb Dekoff
- May 1, 2017
- 1 min read
As a photographer, documenting cancer's toll on my head was not what I had originally set out to do.
Facts:
I didn't let cancer take my hair. I gave it up for art.
I never saw my bald head. I never looked in the mirror to see what it looked like - and would keep a beanie on 24/7. I didn't want to see and remember a "sick me". Therefore, there are NO images of a bald Deb.
I lost my eyebrows and eyelashes. My eyebrows were tattooed - and looked awesome! Bottom eyelashes came back faster than upper lashes, but then, upper lashes really need to be longer to make an impact anyway.
I hate it when someone says "The NEW you" It might be a new do, but I am the same me, albeit with lessons learned that I never did seek. The WISER me? Yes.
I do not think of this as a "journey". Journeys conjure up an adventure and travel, and pleasantries. This is more of an ordeal - something you don't want to deal with, but have to.
Growing out chemo hair is NOT easy. If you let it grow, you'll get an unflattering mullet. I've had two haircuts already - and looking to the third - of cleaning up the nape via designs aka "hair tattoos".
Chemo hair feels like soft puppy hair.
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