The doctors had found my body’s fault, now it needed to be taken apart and put back together again. You want knowledgeable mechanics to get beneath the bonnet, replace parts and mend it. You want it fixed with alacrity and to be back out on the road. Sarah Standing (pictured) reflects on suffering hair loss after having strong chemotherapy to fight non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma Not to address The Big Picture - too scary - but instead, to focus on just getting through each day. I found it helped to think of what was happening only in tiny increments. You have to take a deep breath and find inner strength you didn’t know you possessed. When you are told you have cancer you basically have no other option than to take a crash course in stoicism. I’d managed to distance myself mentally from the medical experiences I’d had so far, as though they and I existed in parallel universes. I had a loving, supportive family and friends. I’d been brave up until that point able to trick myself into believing I’d got this. Not only did I have cancer I now looked like a cancer victim.
Looking in the mirror and not really recognising the person staring back at you is a very odd feeling.įor me, losing all my hair less than two weeks after starting strong chemotherapy - aptly nicknamed ‘the red devil’ - for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma was my wake-up call.
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