games because we spent all day at the hospital for a while. Surprisingly, Ihave happy memories of this time spent with my sisters. I can rememberhaving fun, playing with my grandmother, and walking downstairs to orderpizza from the pizzeria. Every evening, we would make the hour drive hometo Surry County to spend the night with my aunt and uncle. I used to hatethose drives. It was always dark, and no one really knew what to say. Myeyes would fixate on the shiny green sign that said “421-N Yadkinville. “In a few days, Mama was able to go home. She seemed fairly normalactually. We talked and laughed. She ate with us, and life seemed to beback in place. Then, as she began to receive radiation treatments, I couldtell that she was tired. Some days, she was Mama again, and on others, shewas barely conscious.I can still remember her tears when she began to lose her hair. Mymother had beautiful hair. It was full and blond, always styled, and fell justright. She was the perfect curvy, blond-haired, blue-eyed woman. However,as weeks passed, more and more of her beautiful blond locks came outleaving her bare skin showing on the left side of her head. She wasembarrassed and hurt. Looking back, I can only imagine how hard this musthave been for her. As a young woman, I cannot imagine losing my hair. Ittruly is a part of my identity. It broke my heart to see my mama cry.Mothers are not supposed to cry or be upset. They are supposed to hug andcomfort children when they are troubled.