For the past ten days I have had to try and adjust to the unexpected bursting of my appendix and the repercussions it has had on my health. When faced with an illness, it is not only the physical part of your body that suffers, but the emotional part too. The medicine makes you a bloated mess, and rids your skin of any rosiness or glow. It is hard to put on a brave face, when you feel like your face resembles Shrek. This is not a vanity thing. It is a very scary and confidence depleting moment to see your illness expressed all over your face, hair, and body.
When I was finally able to take a shower, I was literately refreshed. Even the simplest act of cleaning my hair, and washing my body was a joy. We tend to forget that the time we take to care for ourselves everyday actually has a tremendous benefit on our inner health. When I was able to take control over how sick I looked on the outside, it helped to give me the inner strength to get myself better on the inside.
During these times, even the simplest pampering can do wonders for your motivation to get better and return to back to your normal, non-Shrek self.
This experience made me think of a tremendous organization that I had recently heard about. Woman suffering with Cancer not only face the uphill struggle of this debilitating disease, but also are faced with the appearance-related side effects of the treatment that can rob them of their identity.
Look Good…Feel Better is a free, non-medical, brand-neutral, national public service program created to help individuals with cancer look good, improve their self-esteem, and manage their treatment and recovery with greater confidence. They hold seminars that help patients learn how to deal with hair loss, skin care changes, and how to apply makeup that will withstand the harshness of their treatments.
We all have loved ones who are facing or have faced cancer, or other illness, and this is a great program that helps women regain their glow and change their emotional approach to the illness they are experiencing.
Every little thing helps. At one point during my stay, my mother braided my ratty (yet to be washed) hair and tied it back. It was a very small gesture, but having my dirty hair out of my face did wonders to make me feel less vulnerable, and a little bit back to normal self.