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Trudy has cut my hair every third Thursday for twenty-six years.<\/p>\n
Eighteen dollars and all the town gossip.<\/p>\n
She knows every story in town, and somehow, every story knows her.<\/p>\n
Last week, she was washing my hair when her fingers stopped behind my left ear.<\/p>\n
She went completely still.<\/p>\n
“How long has this been back here?” she asked.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
“What lump?”<\/p>\n
I’d never felt a thing.<\/p>\n
She touched it again.<\/p>\n
It was hard.<\/p>\n
A little knot at the base of my skull.<\/p>\n
And suddenly, I couldn’t laugh anymore.<\/p>\n
My fingers wouldn’t come away from it.<\/p>\n
“No pain, nothing,” I said.<\/p>\n
But Trudy wouldn’t let it go.<\/p>\n
“You call your doctor today.”<\/p>\n
“Promise me.”<\/p>\n
I promised.<\/p>\n
She finished my haircut without saying another word.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, I called my doctor’s office.<\/p>\n
They squeezed me in the next morning.<\/p>\n
The doctor examined the lump, then immediately ordered a scan.<\/p>\n
I wasn’t worried.<\/p>\n
At least, I wasn’t until the doctor returned holding the film.<\/p>\n
His expression had changed.<\/p>\n
“There is a mass behind your ear.”<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
“What kind of mass?”<\/p>\n
“We don’t know yet.”<\/p>\n
He referred me to a specialist.<\/p>\n
The next week, I had more tests.<\/p>\n
Blood work.<\/p>\n
Imaging.<\/p>\n
A biopsy.<\/p>\n
Every appointment seemed to create another appointment.<\/p>\n
Finally, the specialist sat across from me.<\/p>\n
He folded his hands and took a breath.<\/p>\n
“The mass is a rare type of tumor.”<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
“Is it cancer?”<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
My mind went completely blank.<\/p>\n
Then he said something I never expected.<\/p>\n
“It appears we’ve caught it unusually early.”<\/p>\n
The tumor had been growing silently.<\/p>\n
There had been no pain.<\/p>\n
No headaches.<\/p>\n
No warning.<\/p>\n
If Trudy hadn’t felt it while washing my hair, I might never have known it was there.<\/p>\n
The surgery was scheduled quickly.<\/p>\n
I spent the days before it making calls to family and pretending I wasn’t terrified.<\/p>\n
The morning of surgery, Trudy came to the hospital.<\/p>\n
She stood beside my bed holding a paper bag.<\/p>\n
“What’s that?” I asked.<\/p>\n
“Your favorite coffee.”<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
“You know I’m not allowed to drink it.”<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
She smiled back.<\/p>\n
“I just wanted you to smell something normal.”<\/p>\n
I laughed for the first time in days.<\/p>\n
The surgery went well.<\/p>\n
The doctors removed the entire mass.<\/p>\n
When I woke up, Trudy was sitting beside my bed.<\/p>\n
She was crying.<\/p>\n
I asked why.<\/p>\n
She wiped her eyes.<\/p>\n
“Because I almost didn’t say anything.”<\/p>\n
I reached for her hand.<\/p>\n
“You did.”<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
“I almost thought I was imagining it.”<\/p>\n
“But you didn’t.”<\/p>\n
She squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
“No,” she whispered.<\/p>\n
“I didn’t.”<\/p>\n
Months later, I returned to her salon.<\/p>\n
She washed my hair exactly as she had for twenty-six years.<\/p>\n
Then she picked up her scissors.<\/p>\n
“Same haircut?”<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
“Same haircut.”<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
“Good.”<\/p>\n
Then she leaned closer.<\/p>\n
“But if I find anything else strange…”<\/p>\n
I interrupted her.<\/p>\n
“You’re calling my doctor.”<\/p>\n
She grinned.<\/p>\n
“Exactly.”<\/p>\n
The scar behind my ear is still there.<\/p>\n
So is the little knot I sometimes imagine feeling.<\/p>\n
But every time I look in the mirror, I remember something important.<\/p>\n
Sometimes the person who saves your life isn’t wearing a white coat.<\/p>\n
Sometimes she’s holding a pair of scissors.<\/p>\n
And sometimes, a simple question\u2014<\/p>\n
“How long has this been back here?”<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2014can change everything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Trudy has cut my hair every third Thursday for twenty-six years. Eighteen dollars and all the town gossip. She knows every story in town, and somehow, every story knows her. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-760","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-story-post"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/760","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=760"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/760\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":762,"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/760\/revisions\/762"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=760"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=760"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storydailypost.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=760"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}