Jeannette Loosing her Hair

During one of several trips I made to Thousand Oaks to see my daughter we had a very disturbing incident.  She was in a heated argument with her husband and as a mother I felt compelled to intervene but just as I was about to knock on their bedroom door, she opened the door and ran into the bathroom.  I looked at her husband with disgust.  Here was my daughter in last stages of breast cancer and he had the nerve to argue with her instead of loving her and making her happy.  I heard her crying so much in the bathroom.  I knocked and convinced her to let me in.  As soon as I walked in she started telling me this. "Ma, I am so beyond hurt." "Look at all the hair that is falling out as I brush it." "Ma, why, why is all this happening to me."  She was crying uncontrollably and I held her in my arms and told her that hair was not important.  Then I noticed a pair of scissors and gave them to her and told her to cut my hair.  I demanded that she cut, cut, cut.  And she did.  Then a miracle happened.  She began to giggle and saying to me, "You're gonna love it Mom."  She kept on and before long she put the scissors down and hugged me.  She stop crying all together.  Wiped her eyes and put mouse and gel in what little hair I had left.  I didn't care what I looked like.  After all, I managed to make her happy even for a little while.  As a mother I felt good about myself at that point in time.  A month later, she bought two wigs.