A Hair-Razing Experience
by Katy Huth Jones
My pride has always been my long, wavy hair. It’s a huge part of what defines me. Then at 47, I learned I had fast-growing lymphoma. Chemo had to begin right away.
by Nicole Patterson
My hair didn’t come out all at once or in big clumps like I had heard about from others enduring chemotherapy treatments. It fell out gradually, strand by strand.
Time to Fly Away
by Rob Wahrhaftig
My eight-year-old nephew Steve often asks me, “Did you get out of cancer yet?” I tell him that you don't exactly “get out” of cancer, that it's not like being in a jail. A jail is where you are put when you have done something wrong, and people with cancer have not done anything wrong. No, having cancer is more like being stuck in a barrel.