i will reblog this every time
I worked with a lady that came into work one day with no hair. No one mentioned it, no one talked about it. She was wearing a bandana so we all knew she was bald.
But I have ADD, and not so great control of my impulsiveness. Finally, near the end of the night I asked. “So… can I ask, what happened to your hairs?”
She smiled and hugged me. I was the only person with the cajones to ask. “My best friend is pregnant, already has a 4 yr old, and was diagnosed with cancer, and her boyfriend left her because it was too much. So I’ve been helping her out, being supportive. And I promised her if she started losing her hair I would shave my head too.”
“Last night she called me, crying because her hair was falling out in clumps. I told her I’d be there in 10 minutes. She shaved me first, then I her.”
It’s the most supportive thing she could think to do.
omg this is beautiful
My dad has had cancer twice already and all I remember is him looking I’m the mirror saying “I’m disgusted” ill never forget the day that I saw him lose hope
if you’re in recovery and right now it feels really fucking shitty and you’re like WHATS THE FUCKING POINT i just want you to know that at some point, recovery DOES get easier and it starts to really fucking rock. you just gotta hang tight through the reallyreallyreally hard times and keep hope alive, okay? (i love you)
when ur sad always remember that u don’t look like you did in 6th grade