Every day, I brush my hair when it itches as I get up, and clumps come out. In my lighter moments, I can joke. In my less fun moments, my kids have seen my face fall, and they’re quick with a, “You’re still beautiful Mom.” And my husband’s line resonates for all time: “I will love you in all your seasons.” They know this is more than vanity, but it sometimes feels like it is just being vain, to cry over something that is temporary and a side effect of a necessary treatment…

Praise the Lord

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