Two friends shared cancer and chemo, enduring, in tandem, the ebb and grow of hair. R’s grew back in darling ringlets; K sent new growth up in fright wig style.
Waiting for haircuts, a tweenager stared at K and nudged his mom: “That’s how I want my hair to look.”
K roared with laughter, survivor style.
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I have a friend whose hair, after chemo, came in dark and curly. It had been salt and peppery and fairly straight before. I thought she was lucky! I am happy to say that was over 18 years ago and she's still kicking.
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