I unlocked and opened Laura's door, and she climbed into the van without a word. Our parking lot conversation about the cost of head scarves had reached its natural conclusion. As I circled around the front in this private moment, I was ready for her emotional release. She'd been able to roll with it so far, but I didn't expect her to internalize everything we had just taken in, while still healing from the surgery.
I glanced up at her as I unlocked my side. She was lost in thought.
"I think I'm just going to go ahead and get my hair cut off before the first chemo treatment. Janet did that to avoid having it come out in hunks in the shower."
Ah, the unbelievable Janet. Janet, who had dealt not only with breast cancer, but bone cancer before that.
I shrugged. "Makes all kinds of sense to me. Sure more proactive and puts you in control. Yeah! I like it!"
"We can call it a 'Lose the Locks' party and invite friends. We'll drop the husbands at Gators and the wives can troupe over next door to the spa for the big event. Then we'll all toast to facing it head on."
I put the key in the ignition and fired it up. That's my Laura.
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