... To me, but to someone whom lost theirs, along with their health, energy, & confidence to an illness like cancer, it will mean so much more! <3
When my mom was diagnosed with cancer last November, we were told that chemotherapy was the only option we had. Unfortunately for her, the cancer was already at stage4. The chemotherapy was then considered pallative care. Which means to simply treat the SYMPTOMS & pain of cancer.
We knew from the start that my mom's days were numbered. A cure or remission weren't a possibility at that point. We were inevedably playing a waiting game, left wondering how long it would take for this monsterous disease to take the life from her & take her from us forever.
Initially my mother hesitated to undergo the chemo treatments. Through tears, she admitted to me that she was terrified to lose her hair, her identity, her beauty.
I posted in another group about this conversation & to my surprise & delight, I met another mother, in her 20's that had already battled cancer herself. She openly shared with me the effects of Chemo & her heartwarming story about how she beat cancer & was now in remission.
A week later, I recieved a package from this member containing the wig she had purchased for herself.
Words can't describe how grateful my mother was when I handed her this wig. I saw a new light in her eyes. I mean, here sat this woman in front of me who KNEW she was dying & all it took to bring life into her soul again, was simply A WIG!
This past March, my mother lost her battle with cancer before it had hardly began. I had promised her, during her fight that once she lost her hair, I'd happily shave mine.
Unfortunately, she passed away before the chemo even had a chance to take her hair.
This August 16th would have been my mama's 50th birthday. Due to lack of life insurance & our family having spent every last cent on her medications & doctor appointments, we were forced (against her wishes) to creamate her. :*-(
Though, when discussed with her previously, she did know there was a possibility she would be creamated. In facing this possibility, she asked to not be someone's mantle piece.
Not entirely sure how to handle this wish of hers, our family contemplated the possibilities....
It was agreed upon that on mom's 50th birthday, we would bring her ashes to the lake we grew up on. The place where all of us (especially my mom) held nothing, but happy memories together. A place with so much meaning & significance to each & every one of us.
A few days before we do this, I will be walking into a salon & donating my hair in memory of the woman who made me who I am. I can't hug or kiss her anymore.... Or call her to hear the words "honey, i'm so proud of you".... So, I do what I can to make her proud & honor the woman she was.
It's just hair... Hair that could breath life into another woman somewhere who recently heard the words "you have cancer." & is forced to wonder how long she will be around to pridefully hug her own children. <3 May she be blessed by this gift, in all the ways my mother was by the kind woman who donated her wig to us!
I was fortunate enough to be present for the last breath of the woman who gave me my first!
Rest In Peace, Mama! <3
8-16-1963 ~ 3-15-2012