Mature woman with cancer in pink headscarf smiling sitting on couch at home. Smiling woman suffering from cancer sitting after taking chemotherapy sessions. Portrait of mature lady facing side-effects of hair loss, copy space.
The Morning I Lost My Hair and Found My Voice
The silence hit me first—that unnatural quiet that comes before catastrophe. Then my hand touched smooth skin where my silver hair should have been. My scalp burned raw and tender, reeking of cheap antiseptic and cruelty.
The note was propped against my bathroom mirror like a twisted birthday card: “Congratulations—you finally have a ‘hairstyle’ that suits your age. Enjoy my wedding day! —Sabrina”
A crude little heart dotted the bottom, drawn in the same expensive ink that signed million-dollar contracts.
