My Best Friend Grew His Hair Out and Cut It off to Have a Wig Made for Me During Chemo 25 Years Later, He Didnt Recognize Me, so I Returned Something Id Kept for Years
At 15, cancer took my hair and nearly took my courage with it. I hated mirrors, avoided crowded hallways and imagined that every glance carried judgment. Noah was my best friend, and he never tried to solve my fear with empty promises. Instead, he began growing his hair. For an entire year, he endured jokes…