Alopecia Areata: Faith, Hair, and A Girl (#2)

I asked. She delivered. It's funny how she remembers things that I don't. She told me I could add the ending, but I honestly have nothing more to say to her final statement. Thanks for sharing, Daughter.

Oh, and if you missed the opener to this particular theme, you might want to back up and read it first: Part One

From {The Daughter's} Point of View: How the Story Began

First off I apologize for my writing skills.  This is why I would like to be a Social Studies teacher- not an English one.

When I was five years old, I remember going to the doctor because I had lost an eyebrow.  I had on a yellow sundress with veggie tales on it. (Larry the Cucumber anyone?)   I received a shot, and “tada!” my eyebrow grew back.  For a few years, everything was fine.  One night I was at my grandparents’ house sitting on the armchair by my Granny.  She noticed I had bald spots on my head and I was sent across the room to my mother for her to have a look.  We went to the doctor and discovered that I had alopecia areata.  I didn’t know what that word meant.  Too complicated.  Many things were tried.  Pills, special conditioner………..? Needless to say nothing worked.  Every day I wore a scarf on my head to cover the spots.  One day I got sick of hiding it.  I got up in front of my 1^st and 2^nd grade class with my teacher and told them.  All the kids gathered around me, laid hands and prayed.  That summer I went to camp; I did not enjoy it that year.  At one point, I was out in the lake canoeing with a friend, my scarf had fallen off and I saw people pointing and laughing.  Maybe I was paranoid and thought they were laughing at my hair, I’m not sure.  I do know that no pills, conditioner, or anything else helped me.  It was praying.  I have all my hair now, but I could wake up one morning and lose it again.  I suppose it’s all up to God.  

Daughter Approved Picture of That Time In Her Life