But, a movie, called 50/50 is one that I really related to. Obviously, for those who know of me. It is funny, sad, funny, sad, but, then, has a great happy ending...
http://www.50-50themovie.com/
Back in 98, I was told I would lose my hair. It didn't matter to me, I just didn't want to lose my life, I figured that is what hats are for. Forget the wigs, nah, not for me, nothing fake, I am the real deal. No fake nails, nah. No fake hair either. Or fake boobs.
But, I sat with a girl, also, with Lymphoma, who was on the same drugs, and she was losing her hair, and I wasn't.
I was born with alot of hair, and so it just thinned a bit, like the day I was standing outside with coworkers, they were smoking & drinking their coffees, needless, to say, I was just drinking a coffee... and, then, it happened. A big breeze and blew, long pieces of hair into everyone's cup.
No big thing. It was funny.
I left my hair grow, and it grew down to my waist, ON chemo! Debbie, the girl I was sitting with, did everything, to spare hers, dry shampoos, ice caps, insisting, I was doing something and wouldn't tell her...
She stopped speaking to me. I felt horrible, imagine that, chemo patients not talking, lol. So, I made friends with Neil, who sold insurance, and together we shot with our fingers, lemon drops across the room, out the hallway, and scored points when we hit the toilet or sink... lol, until, we were caught by Cathy, the chemo nurse and took away our fun.
So, if you have the courage, if you want to laugh at sometimes, very sad things, I recommend the movie 50/50. You will be entering into my world at your own risk.
...and, the why to why I didn't lose it all on my head, only God knows. I had one person who actually, believed, I didn't have cancer because I didn't go bald, lol, and another who said, " i would rather lose my hair, how do you know it is working?" Like, I um, had a choice in what my hair follicles does.