Good To Know

I've asked the woman who cuts my hair to cut it particularly short, today, so that the contrast won't be as drastic when it starts to fall out during my chemo treatments.

"I had one customer whose hair fell out during his cancer treatments," she says in her lilting Trinidadian accent, "and it grew back thick, and curly, and all black!"

The scissors continue clipping busily away as she continues, "He used to tell me, 'Why do I need black hair now that I'm old and dying?'"

She pauses for a moment, then looks at me very seriously, saying, "He died, but not from cancer, you know."