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Sunday, August 14, 2005
Botak
Chemotherapy resulted baldness to mama....

It's hard accepting views of her without a string of hair at first...
it's harder to imagine her feeling of her losing her natural "crown" she's grown adapted with for ages...
she looks so cute though....when she thinks you're not watching, u can see her running her fingers trough her bald head ....
couldn't decipher what she was thinking doing that...

i've been longing to take pictures of her....but i was afraid it might offend her subtle emotion...
but all i wanted to do was to keep a prove of what she had gone through.....that someday when she grew back all her hair....i'd show her the pictures and say...
"this is the worst condition of you that you have surpassed"...
i have not yet managed to do this...

her hair is growing back day by day...with very little growing hair...it's amazing how she gently cares for them...shampoos them everyday....i guess she must have missed having her thick hair to care for...or perhaps, back then when she couldn't be bothered to even comb her hair due to her busy life and work schedules and now she finally cherish the gift of god of having hairs....it's normal for a human to greatly miss something they lose and appreciate them if they possess it back...

my dad, her loving husband...according to mom....gently massages her head every morning...he said "once you grow back your hair...i won't be able to do this anymore".....sometimes i over heard them outside...when my dad teases my mom ....chanting some monk prayers....followed by my mom's annoyed reaction....
sometimes my mom forgot about her condition, that she went outside the house without wearing any head cover greeting my dad back from work.... and saw our neighbour coming out of the house...she panicked and try to hide in dad's car...when our neighbour passes by the car, they waved at her ...and she went like "damn! i was spotted!".....and once a plumber came to the house to do some plumbing , was surprised to see her ...she covered up by saying ..."saya sakit la"....the guy turned to a guilty face and said ..."takpe takpe"....once she grabbed a comb and mirror and started brushing her head...while my dad was looking from afar...and cutely laughed at her....my little cousin came to the house and say "fuyo...rambut angah macam mawi la"...and she laughed at herself...

It's so SO good to see her smiling again...Alhamdulillah she's getting better...she'll start working somewhere around next week.....

Botak is beautiful...it makes my mom a stronger woman....
posted by RaNdoMHEarTsOfArMylla @ 8/14/2005 01:48:00 AM 

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