NEW YEAR, NEW DO. WELCOME 2017 So heres something I really wanted to tell the world about. We lost my nan, I'll say it... to CANCER. None of this C word. Because just like in Harry Potter, He who shall not be named...well you know what. Fuck you cancer. I will say it. Because Cancer sucks. I know so many people have been affected by this disease. Whether you've had it yourself, or know someone who is fighting the fight, recovered and beat the bastard down, or like us lost a dear loved soul to it. Who is missed every single fucking day. So to see in the new year, just over a year after we lost my amazing brave nanna, (Who would rather endure the pain she was silently suffering, rather than be out of it on meds.) My mum braved the shave and raised over a whopping £2000 for McMillan. What a hero. And being her hairdresser I had the honour of shaving her weirdly perfectly shaped head. And giving that baldy a big kiss after. After my nan passed and we began the painful task of sorting her belongings, my mum found a lock of hair, that my nan had kept after I'd shaved her own head for her, when she began loosing her hair to Chemo. Understand here. My nan was fussy about her hair, she lived getting her hur did. It was permed and always set. And shaving her hair was a really difficult thing for her. And I'll never forgot that moment she asked me to do it. I was terrified.
