When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, my life fractured into a before and an after. I underwent five months of chemotherapy, a unilateral mastectomy, and proton radiation. I lost a breast. I lost the life I thought I was building. And I nearly lost my reflection.

But I didn’t lose my hair.

That single detail often dismissed as cosmetic carried immense psychological weight. Because for me, and for many others, hair wasn’t just hair. It was identity. It was agency. It was one of the last outward symbols that still felt like mine in a season where so much had been stripped away.

Studies show that up to 14% of breast cancer patients consider delaying or avoiding chemotherapy altogether due to fear of hair loss. That statistic is both staggering and unsurprising. Hair loss is often the

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