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  • Please note the picture. It is all of my hair in the bathroom sink the day my husband shaved it off. The next day I started chemotherapy. I paid lots of money to keep it that perfect shade of auburn; it went so well with my business suites and expensive shoes. Six months later I wondered if I would have to buy new suits to go with my "new" hair. One spring day I got my answer. Sporting a crown of nothing more that translucent fuzz I went out to the driveway to get something out of my car...and then it happened...I felt the warmth of that spring sun on my bald head and the sweetest, most gentle breeze blew through my fuzzy hair. I felt it down to my soul. My life was forever changed in one wafting, fleeting moment. In the place of suits are canvass, paint, brushes, and turpentine. I'm glad I had was worth it.
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