Slender threads

Until last Thursday, TD had long, long hair.  She cut it short after much anticipation (and some angst) and gave the pony tail to CANSA - the Cancer Association of South Africa.  They make wigs for people who lose their hair during chemo treatment.  She has wanted to do this for a couple of years now as a thoughtful, personal response to people living through cancer.  Most people  have been touched by cancer in some way - through a family member, friend or colleague.  Awareness about cancer and its treatment is growing, in part because the media have demythologised it, but mostly because people are less afraid to talk about it and more open hear what treatment is available.

Other equally potentially deadly diseases do not receive such attention.  Why do some illnesses still have stigmas attached to them, sometimes even blame.  Why are people quick to judge others who are ill, why do we even have a label called "Lifestyle diseases"?  Much publicity around diabetes  seems to have an admonishment with it.  A radio advert running on our airwaves at the moment says something like: "Do you have a glass of orange juice for breakfast, and energy drink on the way to the office, cola with your lunch?  Do you know you are setting yourself up for diabetes type 2?"  The advert is from the government justifying the proposed sugar tax.   People look at TD and assume unhealthy eating habits caused her pancreas to stop functioning.

Another illness that people don't want to talk about is depression.  Despite alarming statistics - about 7 out of 100 people suffer from depression at some time in their lives - it is whispered about with eyes averted as if it is something to be ashamed about.  I was thinking about this because depression, like cancer and diabetes, can be life threatening if not treated.  A week ago, a class mate of TD took her own life.  She was only 14.

We need to talk.  We need to destigmatise ALL illness.  We need to be more compassionate, less judgemental. We need to be kinder  - to others and ourselves.

Life can be a slender thread.  We can be hanging on,  hoping the thread holds, hoping others see that it is fraying.  Let's use our slender threads collectively to create a interwoven rope of support.

I hope whoever gets the wig made from TD's hair magically absorbs the love and support which comes with it. Every time I look at TD, I see strength and compassion and great beauty in her short hair.  And I want to hold her tightly and keep her safe.