Every time I watch that episode of Sex & The City when Samantha is giving a speech about cancer and rips off her wig to reveal her much shorter mane beneath, I think about the first time I saw my mom with no hair.
Every torn off wig in that episode makes me relive the moment which had to be so much more horrible for her than it was for me – but it didn’t feel like it at the time.
My mom was always so confident and not at all into that vanity shit like I am. She went out without her boobs, without her wig but with her dignity that she always maintained.
One night we were all sitting around the table bullshitting about this or that. My mother was notorious for her hot flashes as long as I can remember. Cancer made them even worse and covering…
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