A Lament for my hair
Farewell my long and shining hair,
With streaks of honey, red and gold.
I’ts all my natural colour, just the tiniest hints of grey, not bad for 65 years old!
It’s day 15 of Chemo 1 and I can see it’s time to part.
Longs strands, fall gently in my hands and I place them carefully down,
with reverence for their beauty, and sadness in my heart.
Those wretched drugs killed your well of nourishment and there’s nothing I can do.
Forgive me for forsaking you, but my ‘choice’ was do or die.
If I was to tell you otherwise then that would be a lie.
Farewell my long and shining hair until we meet again.
You’ve served me well in disguising my ears and hiding lumps and bumps I’d rather others didn’t see.
Now I must live without you. For how long? A mystery.
Perhaps you will return next Spring when the flowers bloom.
Let’s hope I will be better then and our life together can resume.
Until then I will protect the bed from which your growth has sprung,
keeping it cool on sunny days, and warm on Winter ones.
Replenishing your follicles with good food and moisturising creams,
so that when you do return to me it will be like a field of dreams.
Now tears are flowing down my cheeks, I can’t help but have s cry.
Farewell my long and shining hair,
It’s so very, very hard to say Goodbye.
Dedicated to all my brave fellow sufferers by Tulip29
Er+/HER2+ malignant ductal carcinoma diagnosed 24 March 2023
Started Chemo (EC) 15 May 2023