I remember looking in the mirror after I shaved my
head during chemotherapy and thinking, “Wow, I look like a mini gangster.” Then
I vowed not to let anyone else see my bald head, not even my husband. I wore
hats all the time, soft hats to sleep, casual hats indoors, and my fancy hats
out in public. I thought, ok, I can do this. Then I gained weight. Who is
supposed to gain weight during chemotherapy?
Apparently I was. After my dose of chemotherapy, and
the following days of no appetite, I would load up. I didn’t want to get too
skinny. I knew how destructive that could be, so I ate when I could, focusing
on protein to keep my blood counts up, and eating cookies when I couldn’t stomach
anything else. It’s funny that I never lost my taste for cookies. I could eat
anything I wanted and did. Everyone was happy that I wasn’t losing weight. When
do you ever hear that in normal life?
The weight piled on, all across my abdomen. Now in the
mirror a bald little person with a big belly peered back. I thought, “Great,
now I look like Buddha.” I stopped wearing my contacts and wore glasses most of
the time. Before I seldom wore them in public, and now wore them everywhere. It
took much less effort to put on glasses than to mess with contact lenses, and I
was tired. Every little bit of energy saved, helped. Also no make-up. Too tired
for that. I started to take the hats off while at home. Hot flashes made them
too uncomfortable. I only had a few eyelashes left, my eyebrows were hanging in
there but definitely looked sparse. So there I was not even recognizing myself
in the mirror. Forget about what I saw while in the shower or bath. Ugh.
In the midst of all of this, I received a card from my
husband. It was addressed, “to my beautiful wife.” I thought, “He must be out
of his mind.” What I counted on for my external beauty was all stripped away. Then
I thought about my husband. What if the role was reversed? What if he lost his
“physical” beauty? Would I stop loving him? Of course not. When you realize you
might lose someone dear to you it makes you love them all the more. Your time
together becomes precious. Appearances truly do not matter. And isn’t God like
that? He loves when we feel unlovable. When we feel ugly or act ugly, God still
loves us, deeply, and eternally.
Romans 8:35, “Who shall separate us from
the love of Christ? Shall trouble or
hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?” “No, in all these things we are more
than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death
nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor
any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will
be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans
8:37-39.
Devo 14, excerpted from: The bald headed, tattooed, motorcycle mama’s devotional
guide: For Women Battling Cancer and Those Who Love Them. Copyright © 2013 by Sara Nelson O’Brien.
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