Gaining the Confidence to Have Really, Really Short Hair

Sim Warren was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma in 2006 at age 33. Following treatment she relapsed in 2011 and was given six months to live. “Bollocks to that,” says Sim, 39, “I am still alive and kicking and making plans to celebrate my 40th next year in style.” Here she talks about gaining new confidence through hair loss:

I first had chemotherapy in 2006 when I was 33, having been diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma stage 2b.

I had my shoulder length blonde hair cut into a short bob when I knew I would soon lose it. My hair began to fall out slowly after the first treatment and by three months I shaved my head because my hair was so thin. Initially I bought four wigs. Continue reading

Judith Goes Natural

Chemo Chic reader Judith writes…

I lost all my hair after chemotherapy for breast cancer. When my hair started to grow back it was greyish and a bit curly. Prior to treatment it was straight and honey-blonde with a bit of grey underneath (which foils disguised). I decided not to colour anymore (I have that fear of chemicals etc.) and to just let it do whatever it wanted. It was exciting in a way to emerge as a new person and lovely to have hair back again. Continue reading

How the World of Wigs Has Changed

Deepa had to go through the trauma of losing her hair as a teenager. Now, she’s facing it all over again. Deepa writes…

My first ‘wig experience’ was 29 years ago. I was 14 and had just been diagnosed with leukaemia. An NHS ‘wig woman’ came to see me in my hospital room. She did not like that my mum, my dad’s work colleague and I were being silly trying on all sorts of wigs to help me deal with losing my waist length hair. Thinking that a bald head might be slippy, I asked her,”what will happen if it is windy?” (thinking the wig might blow off). She replied in very cold tones, “well you’ll just have to be careful won’t you”. I never did wear the appalling wig that was supplied. Now, so many years later I’m back there again contemplating hair loss as this time I face breast cancer. The person I am seeing couldn’t be more different – kind, understanding and accommodating. It feels as if it matters to him that the wig I have should look absolutely real. Things have certainly changed.

We hope that Deepa will keep us updated with her wig story as it unfolds (photos please!)

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