The Color of Fear, Part 2
The chemotherapy has started along with the nausea and extreme tiredness. This is so much for my dear daughter to handle while trying to protect her lively seven year-old from the harder realities of life. How do you keep a life normal in such surreal times?
Allie likes her Mom’s wigs and thinks wearing them to school would be fun. What Kristin decided would be fun is to have a hair-cutting dinner party. She invites her sisters and friends. She warns them that she has only a little hair left and removes her wig. Do you laugh or cry? By the end of the night, everyone had different colored hair than upon arrival. Kristin now had a pink, spiked Mohawk. Laugher filled the evening. At the end, the Mohawk was cut off along with what was left of her once long blond hair. Her sister told me that Kristin was just as beautiful with hair as without – I had no doubt of that.
In a brave move, Kristin took what could have been a traumatic event to cut off the last of her hair and made it into a memorable fun-filled night. I learn so much from my daughters. They chose to laugh.
Read Part 1, What is the Color of Fear?