Consultant’s bizarre reaction over my cancer complication left me asto | UK | News

When I looked in the mirror, I watched my stylist slowly moving away from my hair. For years in the same chair, I usually sat down many times to get the feeling of OOH-LA-LA before or before Christmas. Over the years, I always left a feeling of happiness when I left the hall with the new “do”. I shared the moments of happiness with my hairdresser and learned a lot about how the Slovakians celebrated Christmas.

We mentioned that I was unlucky in love, and we guessed how I knew him before he recognized him, because he became one of the women who would crowded the bar in O’Neill 20 years ago. And frankly, we had a lot of conversations about this UK, air and holidays.

But this time it was different. Instead of leaving it happy and proud to show the new “do”, I left with a shorter than ever before, and no doubt that I have cancer.

It was something that I could forget that the disease was weighed in the hospital, I didn’t do blood tests, I asked my medical team about diarrhea, and then I could forget something that I was stuck with a chemo drop for hours while eating a mini cheddar.

But now every time I look in the mirror before I leave my apartment, there is a permanent reminder. Shorter hair reminds me that every step I take is one more to my grave.

It didn’t have to be like this. I was told that I wouldn’t lose my hair when I was diagnosed with intestinal cancer. The counselor was right because I didn’t lose all of them. But for months, my pride and joy took a barnet -like barnet, which was slowly thinned until it looked absolutely ridiculous.

When I said ridiculous, there was a big long hair on the sides and a patch of almost nothing working in the middle of my head.

During a recent appointment, I talked about a consultant and didn’t realize how sad it was for me to gradually lose my identity.

Either people said in reading the body language or there was absolutely no mental health skills, because he said what to go to people in his 40s.

This may be the case in his family because he was sacrificed to a mass line in his 30s, but I am not heard. We take our hair to the grave.

And when I told my stylist to look as normal as possible, I kept the grave in my mind. When it comes to strange irregular lice, it looks much better than before. But now it always reminds me of my journey towards death.

If I stop chemotherapy, my hair grows back. However, since my cancer is untreated, the only time it will be stopped is that my treatment stops work and tumors destroy my body or to remain free to pay for NHS for my medication.

I am not one of those who are lucky in a medical speech because there is no “evidence of illness”.

However, I am lucky enough to lead Daily Express’s cancer care campaign, who wants all cancer patients to receive mental health support during and after treatment.

This will involve the ability of medical teams to direct their patients to experts so that they can help all cancer emotions, including other problems and other problems they face.

And when a cancer patient does not appreciate how to feel about hair loss, I should also receive training for medical teams, so that they should be more aware of mental health problems.

Please help us in our Crusades by signing the petition so that the government and NHS can provide mental health support for cancer patients.