"I'm gonna lose it anyway. This way, someone can enjoy it. I can always grow more after the treatments. Please Mom, let me do this." I still see the earnest look on her face.

"I cried with her while the stylist carefully removed her beautiful locks. Even the stylist had tears in her eyes, she had to stop once just to retain composure. She kept one single lock as a reminder of what it would grow back into."

She paused, overcome for just a second.

"I have to be honest with you. Even with her improvements and remissions, she only has a thirty per cent chance of beating her disease."...