“Mamma, Where Is Your Hair?” | My Journey from Illness to God’s Grace
When the World Sees My Face, God Sees My Heart “She looked at me twice with a different look, and it broke my heart.” Maybe her eyes were saying more than her words ever could. Maybe, in that moment, her eyes were speaking what was in her heart. But who was this person she was looking at? I was standing there with a scarf wrapped around my head and a face mask covering my face. There were only bones covered with skin. My skin had become as dark as coal. I wore a sweater covered with a shawl, one black shoe, spectacles, and had only a few baby hairs growing on my head. My lips had turned almost white, and my face carried scars left behind by the oxygen mask during my Cancer Treatment . I could not even get up from bed or walk without someone—most probably my husband—supporting me. Who would not look back? Who could recognize me? “Mamma, where is your hair?” After almost two and a half months in the hospital, I finally came home. My little son, Isaac, was only two years old. Even...
