Cancer has stripped me of my innocence. I miss the naive way I used to walk through the world. Knowing all too well that bad things existed, as I watched them unfold around me. I knew I wasn't immune, yet my innocence seemingly protected me from the possibility of them becoming my reality.
My hair, other than being my security blanket to hide my insecurities behind, was always one of my favourite features. It was thick, messy and wild at times. I loved it.
- When you're diagnosed with cancer, you have a choice. The choice to identify as the victim and wallow in the ‘why did this happen to me’, or you can allow yourself to feel that, but not remain in that state.