â€œHair grows backâ€ is what my momâ€™s oncologist said that day we met to discuss treatment options.
This was after heâ€™d detailed the side effects of her treatment ad nauseam (pun intended). I thought that was such an awkward thing to say in light of the situation. Heâ€™d just explained to her that she could die (yes, death!) and her comfort was that her hair would grow back?
Even more awkwardâ€¦ my mom asked the doctor when exactly he expected her hair to grow back.
He went on to explained that it was different for everyone and told a joke of a woman with dull wispy hair whose hair grew back curly, thick and bouncy after chemotherapy, the joke is that whenever sheâ€™s asked where she got her hair done she says â€œthe BC Cancer Agency.â€
My momâ€™s hair started growing back a few weeks after she finished radiation, in patches and uneven. She agreed to cut it, it grew back again, faster this time a little uneven but better than before. She cut it a second time.
This is my momâ€™s hair about two weeks ago, after her third cut, sheâ€™s now convinced her hair grows faster with every cut.
The texture has changed and itâ€™s greyer now, but she doesnâ€™t mind.
She wears it proudly and gets compliments daily, donâ€™t ask me how many times sheâ€™s told that joke.
I get asked a lot how my mom is doing, sometimes I feel people think Iâ€™m putting on a brave face when I say sheâ€™s well.
But really, she is. Weâ€™re all doing well. What a difference a year makes.
Maybe the hair growing back signifies a return to normalcy, or a new kind of normal.
Our lives are slowly being returned to the way things were before itÂ was that other way.