What a man

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EtuMeke on April 4th, 2019 at 10:40 UTC »

You must feel more aerodynamic

paperpoppet on April 4th, 2019 at 10:47 UTC »

My (grown) son has GORGEOUS waist-length hair, and I have a softball-sized mesentery tumor. I’m still waiting on pathology to find out if benign or malignant, but either way I have a feeling that when this is all said and done my son is still gonna have gorgeous waist-length hair! 😂 Kudos to this kiddo... what a sweet gesture.

(PS: I’m a punk rocker, so I won’t be heartbroken if my hair falls out - I love weird haircuts! I’ll sure miss my eyebrows if it comes to that, tho!)

ETA: I totally didn’t aim to hijack this thread, but I was in the ER all night for minor post-surgical complications (an attempt was made to extricate my extraneous little friend 3/26, and though the surgery failed, my body’s still having a bit of trouble bouncing back). I knew it wasn’t a big deal, so I didn’t want to scare my friends or family by mentioning my late-night ER excursion, so I was alone, which I don’t mind, and bored, which I do, lol. I thank y’all for the fun and friendly distraction! I’m home now, and really for a nap. Hope all of you have a wonderful day today! 💜

ThanksCancer_com on April 4th, 2019 at 12:52 UTC »

My brother shaved his head when I went through chemo. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I didn’t recognize myself. I felt and looked like shit, and it’s something I couldn’t hide. I lost my eyebrows and eyelashes and I felt like a sickly freak. I felt like people pitied me because /I/ pitied me. I didn’t like how I looked, didn’t like seeing myself in the mirror because that hairless diseased cancerous /thing/ didn’t look anything like me. But, I have an amazing brother. We are super close and he was my mastectomy caretaker. He shaved his head for me when I went through chemo, and all the sudden, the face in the mirror doesn’t look like a stranger: it looks like my brother. It reminds me of the people I have supporting me through this shit, and it takes away some of the alienation from my reflection and this body that’s trying to kill me. A headshave support can be a priceless gift.