This post was written by one of our recipients, Aleah, from Santee, CA.
Reflecting on all I’ve been through, I am still in such awe of the great kindness that Lolly’s Locks has brought to me! It really gave me a boost of confidence and hope when I was drowning in a pool of fear. I had to keep working full time through my treatment to keep my health insurance, and I had no idea how that was going to go once I lost all my hair from chemo. Luckily, my new Lolly’s Locks wig had arrived just as my hair was coming out in clumps and I had chosen to buzz the rest off. “Normal” is a word that I think every cancer patient clings to…you just want to feel normal again! My wig allowed me to feel normal, go through my day, and be at work without that stamp of “Cancer Patient” all over me. I can’t explain how comforting it feels to have some little piece of control throughout your cancer treatment (since everything else seems so completely out of your control!). With my wig, I was able to determine when, where, and IF I felt like revealing my cancer status…my bald head didn’t do it for me! That seems like a small thing, but for me it was really huge.
Since treatment has ended, I am starting to feel better and get back to “Normal” life (there’s that word again!). My real hair has grown back in a bit (although I can’t wait until it’s as luxurious and long as my wig was!) and I’m trying to put cancer in the rearview mirror and live anew. I want to let every woman going through something similar to know that it IS possible, you CAN get through everything! I am so grateful to organizations like Lolly’s Locks who encourage us to keep going forward in our lives despite this illness…there’s no reason why we have to hide ourselves away! Get out there and live life!
Thanks, as always, for everything you guys do.
p.s. The side by side photo is me with my delightful wig last year, and me now that my real hair is growing back! Now if we can just get the real hair to look more like the wig hair 😉
This post was written by one of our recipients, Natalie, from Philadelphia, PA.
When I turned 50 in June 2015, I was convinced that it was not only my MILESTONE birthday, but my year to SHINE! Philadelphia born and raised, I have always aspired to be an author and have two self-published novels under my belt. I was more than determined to write that THIRD, which would be my BEST-SELLER, my PULITZER PRIZE masterpiece – the one that would take my LIFE to even greater heights! So not only had I reached a milestone age, I would make people take notice of my God-given talents and abilities – once and for all!
This post was written by one of our recipients, Sara, from San Jose, CA.
My name is Sara, and I am a mother of three. When going through treatment for my Stage 4 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma my children were 2, 4, and 12. I was hard for me to let them see me. I didn’t want to look sick, and it is very hard to not look sick when you have almost no hair. They wanted to comfort me and be with me. I would have to cover my head with a beanie or a scarf and just say my hair was messy. When I got the wig from Lolly’s Locks it made me feel almost normal again, at least I could definitely look normal. I remember my oldest was the first one to see me wear it. He had just come home from school.
This post was written by one of our recipients, Viktoria, from Union City, NJ.
Hi, I’m Viktoria,
I’m 40, and a mom of two boys. Last year I was diagnosed with invasive ductal carcinoma, and also I was found to be positive for the BRCA1 mutation. Cancer had already spread to my lymph nodes, and tumor was too big to operate, so I had to start with chemo to shrink it.
I did the TCHP protocol first. Two weeks after that, my hair started to fall out in chunks. It was the most emotional part for me and my family. I was always a long haired girl. I let my four year old boy cut it, to make it less scary for him.
My name is Oralia Campos. I am a 28-year-old mother of three. I was diagnosed with invasive breast cancer in December of 2014. The first thing I thought was “I’m going to die.” My second thought was “I’m going to lose my HAIR!” I couldn’t imagine it. I told all my family members that after my first chemo treatment I didn’t want anyone to come see me. What would be everyone’s reaction to seeing me without my hair? To me, it was the worst that could happen to any woman. The most important thing during cancer treatment is to maintain a positive mind. Imagine waking up in the mornings and seeing most of your hair in the pillow. That hurts, and it really gets you down. It was so so hard to see myself in the mirror. It wasn’t me, it was a complete stranger.
This story is not about my battle with cancer but about the light of hope that shone out brightly during some of my darkest days.
“You have breast cancer.” Four little words that would change my life forever. After the denial and crying, my first question to the doctors wasn’t, “What’s next?” but rather, “Will I lose my hair?” Superficial? Maybe. But a question that lay heavily on my mind as I contemplated losing my breast, my ability to do all the things I loved to do for the foreseeable future, my sense of identity and self and the ignominy of losing all my hair.
The surgery was a success and I thought I was on the road to recovery. Then, the real challenges began. Because my type of cancer was aggressive with a high rate of recurrence, my doctors recommended a 9-month course of chemotherapy.
In September 2015, as a twenty-six year old first grade teacher, the last thing I expected was to find a lump in my breast and then be diagnosed with an aggressive breast cancer. This journey started very quickly and will last months with genetic testing, twenty weeks of chemo, surgery, radiation, and then reconstruction. I knew I was facing a long, difficult road ahead, but I made a commitment to myself to find joy every step of the way.
The day I was going in for my third treatment, my hair began to fall out. I knew this day was coming but there is no way to fully express my feelings other than I felt like I was losing part of my identity, confidence, and femininity. It was heart breaking to just watch it all fall out so I had my mom shave my head. That same day I received a phone call from Lolly’s Locks about my application and had been approved for the wig. This was such a God-send on a day when I felt so discouraged and self-conscious about my looks. Although losing my hair was not one of the joyous moments in the journey, I knew I had hope to be able feel myself again because of Lolly’s Locks.