Being told that a close family member is diagnosed with cancer isn't new to me. It was never easy, not even the second or the third time round.

I hate to ask the question "how did chemo go?", because it's not what I'd like to hear - each and every single time.

Luckily, my family members survived, living the lives they deserve.

For that I'm extremely grateful, and the least I could do is to donate my hair to one little girl (or boy) who doesn't have the chance to grow hers. I can only imagine what she'd feel like when she runs her fingers through her new hair.

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