You have to find some humor in all the sorrow – otherwise you’ll lose your mind. Let me tell you about the funniest moment throughout my cancer treatment.
As a woman and a leader, it’s important to me to let little girls know that whatever they want to be, whoever they want to be, is perfection. When I knew that I was going to be getting chemo and that my hair would fall out, I wasn’t going to shy away from showing my nieces. This was a moment of empowerment, of acceptance…it. Was. Not.
My niece was about 3 years old when I was going through chemotherapy. She is loud, proud, and full of energy. I went to visit her house shortly after I shaved my head. Being winter time, I had a toque on my head and was playing with her for quite some time before she asked what was under my toque. When I slowly removed my hat, her reaction and responses started flooding in.
“You have a bald head.”
“You look like grandad.”
She became obsessed with my bald head. She needed to tell her friends, her play school teacher, anyone who would listen. When we were out for supper with my parents, she leaned over to my mom and whispered “do you know your daughter has a bald head?”
The idea of encouraging female empowered was lost to candid reaction of a 3-year old. At least I tried!