PG (December 1980 / Essex, Britain)

The Day I Lost My Hair

The day I lost my hair,
I knew it was cancer,
I had the usual denial,
But I lost my hair;
I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.

My hair fell out in clumps,
In the shower and in the bed,
I was going bald,
And I was horrified,
I felt like an alien;
A weird, strange, bizarre alien.

Why had this happened to me?
What did I do to deserve this?
I was a cancer patient,
An undeserving, dying soul,
I had been cursed,
Lied to and tricked.

My gorgeous hair was no more,
But I had a saving grace: wigs,
My hair was gone,
But now I could be blonde, brunette,
A red head, and be long or short,
I could even have blue or pink wigs.

But cancer is tough; was tough,
I thought I would die,
Until I got the good news:
I was in remission.

I was cured! But I cried along the way,
I felt shattered a lot of days,
I felt lost and alone,
But I had my close friends,
Who all supported me:
Guided me through.

I will never forget having cancer,
But I am a fortunate survivor,
I had my faith and strength,
I never gave up:
I fought along the way.

My hair, I’ve been told,
Will grow back,
But I have fallen in love with wigs,
And I wear makeup more.
I feel lucky to be here,
And will never take the days,
That make up my life,
For granted.

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Comments (2)

Brave to face and deal with life
Paula, this is beautiful. Very well done. In fact, I'm going to add it to my favorite poem list. I have a sister and a sister-in-law who have had cancer. My sister is in remission and my sister-in-law has terminal liver cancer and pays over $1000 per month for medication just to stay alive. Best wishes to you. May you stay in remission for a long, long time!