Before the End

1 Long & lushes

Today was the day that Zoe called the "worst day of her life" it is the day she gets her head shaved. It had been one month and two weeks since she told me she had cancer and the chemo was making her hair fall out so I talked her into shaving it clean of. To Zoe that was a night mare. I got where she was coming from I mean hair for girls defines you; if you have long hair and ware accessories you are preppy, pony tails or messy buns with braided head bands, sporty. If you are bald thoughts go to cancer, Zoe didn't want to be remembered as the girl who had cancer she wanted people to remember her as the up beat girl who every one liked.

Zoe had long lushes dirty blond hair but she usually wore it up. She had pail skin for someone who lived where it almost never rains. She has blue eyes and wares a lot of pink. I have long brown hair and brown eyes.(I am pretty ordinary looking)And I where a lot of green. Zoe was obviously nervous, so we went to a park above the beach to take one last picture with her hair. When we were kids we used to come to the hill and take pictures of anything we did. We walked in silence up the hill and when we got to the top our imaginations ran wild.

We flipped here, cartwheeled there, and tried to hold hand stands for more than ten seconds. When we got tiered we sat down and looked at the ocean."I don't want to lose my hair!" Said Zoe. "Oh my good Zoe, it is all going to come out any way." I said.
"I know it's just that... my hair is like my baby and I am a protective mamma."
I laughed "you ack like its the end of the world."
"To me, it is!"
"Well I think you are going to look beautiful bald."
"You are my best friend you are just saying that to make me feel better."
"Am not."
"Are to."
"Uh, lets just take one more picture so we can leave and go to your appointment."
"Fine."
"What pose should we do?" I asked
"How about an infinity sign." Zoe said.
"That's a great idea." I said as I set the timer on my phone for ten seconds. Snap when the camera, that is a great pic I thought looking down at the picture. I was on the left wereing green Zoe on the right wereing pink. Like always she said what I was thinking "that is a great picture. Now let's go ruin my life." I laughed and we started down the hill toward the beach.
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This was it the moment we had been waiting for. The stylist shaving her hair looks sympathetic and that made Zoe uncomfortable. Well this is the moment, the sound of the razor, the drop of the hair. Poof, it was gone all that was left was skin. Zoe looked in the mirror and froze, then said, "I look like a bald eagle!"
"Haha, no you look awesome, powerful."
"Uh I look horrid!"
"Geeez eagle calm down."
" You know every time we come up with a name or event that involves my cancer and mark it and see how many we can get before I am cancer three." Zoe said. " I think it would be a funny way to look at something that's not funny." I said. "Alright then." Zoe said. And that was our coping mechanism. Bald eagle (1)