Angel Hair

June 8th, 2011 The distance travelled between places of treatment [Florida to Canada] gave me a chance to reflect on my feelings. It was important that I visualize my journey. Once settled in the hospital room, I had clearly defined in my mind a specific task that I wanted to organize as soon as possible. The donation of my hair. The need to contribute was important so I requested some information right away. Shortly after my inquiry, the resource nurse walked into my room. Karine, showing the radiance of pregnancy introduced herself. I instantly picked up on her warm and pleasant personality. Her guidance in resolving this need I had to make sure that my hair went to a foundation had been reassured. I felt empowered to chose the program. I was in control.

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Later that morning, Karine had gathered specific instructions. I was stirred with curiosity. I had to select from a number of possibilities and guidelines had to be properly followed. The hair donation had to be a minimum of 20cm and secured in ponytails. My consultation was successful. Karine's advice and experience gave me direction. Finally the appropriate choice was made. Emotionally content, I was going to donate my hair to "Angel Hair for Kids ~ A Child's Voice Foundation".

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Many aspects of "Angel Hair for Kids" satisfied my decision. This program "Where Kid's Come First" provides wigs and hair to children with financial disadvantages at no cost. It takes 10-12 ponytails to make one hair prosthesis. It felt good knowing that I was making a difference.

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It couldn't come fast enough. I wanted that haircut now. I felt fortunate that I could just ask my mom to cut it and not have to fix an appointment and wait. My mom was a hairdresser about 30 years ago and still had the special touch. I knew she was on her way and it would get done soon. Meanwhile, my mom was at my aunt's house saying "the only thing I don't wanna do is cut Monique's hair". Once my mom arrived and walked into my room, the first words out of my mouth were "Mom, you're cutting my hair today!". She shrugged and then agreed. I hadn't given her much of a chance to debate this. When the task was accomplished, my mom told me what she had said earlier at my aunt's house. I thought it was very big of her to put her fears/feelings aside for me. I glanced at her and said "Thank you.. You were the only person I wanted to do this". I can't imagine how my mother felt. If these were regular circumstances, I would have scheduled an appointment. But I can't explain why I wanted my mother and only my mother to share this with.. I guess I wanted someone I trusted, knew and loved to cut it. Over the next few days, I was going to be faced with several procedures where unfamiliar people were going to perform the task. Therefore, this was a situation where I could pick my expert...and that was my mom!

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Thank you so much mom for cutting my hair and for giving me that feeling of security. I love you!!

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To be continued...