Writer Abigail Thomas offers in her book “Thinking About Memoir” the following writing exercise: Write two pages (one post) in which a child comforts an adult.
That’s easy.
The child was Joey. The adult was me. And it happened in February, 2005, one day after I realized my hair was shedding from my scalp faster than I could say chemotherapy. It had been 13 days since my second treatment with the toxic breast cancer drugs Adriamycin and Cytoxan, and not a rubber band nor a hat could hold my wisps in place. My scalp was sore, each hair still attached to my head hung with a weight that was nearly unbearable, and it had become abundantly clear that the moment had arrived: It was time to shave my head.
“Don’t worry, mom, you’re not going to die,” announced my almost 4-year-old boy, who was taking his turn shaving away the last of my chemo-stricken hair. “It’s only a haircut,” he assured me.
Whether he knew it or not, Joey was absolutely right. It was only a haircut. I didn’t die. And while some of his comments during my years fighting breast cancer weren’t as comforting — “You look like an alien,” he revealed while visiting me in the hospital in March of that same year — this is the one that still brings tears to my eyes, because, well, it was innocent, it was real and most of all, it was damn comforting.
The child, almost 4 years old
The adult, 34 years old
This post can also be found at Braving Boys.
Tags: abagail-thomas, adriamycin, bald, Chemotherapy, cytoxan, hair, haircut, scalp, thinking-about-memoir
Yes, things like this happen. Sometimes, an innocent word from a child is the most truthful one. In their eyes, things are not as complicated as we adults think.
are you taking Adriamycin stop taking you will get heart porblems i had cancer at the age of 10 now im 37 with heart problems thanks to Adriamycin