I had been noticing substancial hair loss over the past several months. My hair had finally gotten very long and I loved it, but something changed. I felt like my hair wasn't getting any longer over the past few months. I thought that maybe it just was because it was thin. I found myself having to clean out a completely full brush every time I brushed my hair. It was everywhere: on the couch, all over my car, on the floor, filling up the vaccuum cleaner, and stopping up our drains. My husband was finding my hair all over himself at work. August 2010 I found two, what I call crop circles, on my head, the largest being about the size of a nickel. Did I do this putting my hair up in a scruntchie to sleep at night? ..or...did I get cleaner on my head when I was cleaning my boys new apartment?
It was at this point I decided to give in to my husbands pleading, and had 13" cut off of my hair. Maybe that would help, whatever the problem was. I looked into donating my hair...but for some reason, and I looked many times, I mis-understood and thought that I could not donate my hair, because I had previously colored it. I was very disappointed about that.
On Monday October 4th, 2010, I finally made it in to the dermatologist. He knew exactly what was wrong. "You have something called Alopecia Areata" he said, as he explained to me my options. Of course, I went for the most aggressive option, the steroid injections. I wanted my hair to grow back ASAP. Hiding my bald spots had become harder and harder. Oh, and now my two bald spots were now three. I gladly braved the injections, walked to my car, then broke down in tears. I kept hearing words like, "No cure" and "unpredictable". HOW can I have this? I can't even pronounce it.. I had all the classic symptoms though. My head hurt for three days. I could feel the knots on my head where the injections had gone for two of those days. "Will this work?" I keep asking myself. About 24 hours later, I was on Facebook, looking up Alopecia Areata groups, and I looped somehow back around to Locks of Love. I couldn't believe my eyes!! It said I CAN donate my hair..even though it had been colored. This is exactly what I needed to hear, at exactly the time I needed to hear it. My beautiful hair had not been cut off in vain. I mailed my hair in the next day.
"I don't want it" my 21 year old son said to me. I pray that none of my children inherit this from me, but more than that, I pray that I can glorify God in this trial. "Maybe it wouldnt be so bad if I didn't have to shave my legs or armpits again..but please let me keep my eyebrows, and lashes," I thought.
Well, that is where I am at today. It's new. It's kinda scary. I don't know what is going to happen, and I am not sure how I will feel about it, when it does. I think I am going to need some support. I've read that the emotional aspects of this are the toughest part. Wow! I already deal with depression on a daily basis.
One thing I know for sure..I will not go through this alone. My friends, my family, and most importantly to me, my God is with me..He never gives me anything like this without going through it with me.
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