Four years ago, my sister Karin passed away. I lost one of my best friends.
I have written several stories about Karin. This one happened after she beat her first cancer in 2003.
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When our eyes met in the bathroom mirror, Karin jolted, her hands moving up and down as if she was trying to hide something. What was she trying to hide? For a second, I thought, maybe she’d lost her mind.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, and cautiously stepped forward.
She slowly put her hands down, smiling sheepishly, and then looked into the mirror again. “Since I had chemo, no one has seen me without a wig, not even your brother-in-law,” she said.
I knew she had been wearing a wig since the day she lost her hair, but she had completed her chemo treatment two months ago and her hair had grown back two inches.
“You look great,” I said. “Most people like to keep their hair short in the summer. If I didn’t have a flat spot on the back of my head, I would cut my hair short, too,” I said.
She looked at me suspiciously. “Really?”
I combed her baby-soft hair with my fingers. “Really. I wouldn’t lie to you. You don’t need a wig; your hair looks great.”
“Really?” she asked again, studying her hair in the mirror. “Do you really think I look okay?”
“You look great! How many times do you want me to tell you?”
She took another look at her image in the mirror. She smiled.
Turning toward me, she put her arm on my shoulder. Together, we walked out the room.
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It is also my daughter’s birthday. Having a wonderful daughter is such a blessing (I am sure a lot of you know what I mean.) More stories to come, I am sure 😉
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Today, one half of me is sad, the other half is happy. I mean very sad and very happy.
Life is temporary. Have you figured that out yet?
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