‘Mummy, why does that lady have pink hair?’ I heard a little girl ask her mum next to me in the salon. I was going full-on bald – the surest way to tell the world I was a cancer patient.
Aunty Laura, why have you got no hair?” asks my three-year-old niece. No one else asks me that question, because everyone understands the meaning of a bald-headed young woman. I am a cancer patient.