This morning I went to Rondebosch Medical hospital for my first routine check after the radiotherapy treatment I had . In my head, I would just breeze into the oncology unit, chat to my doctor, Doctor Hart and then fly out there again. Well, that was the theory. The reality is that somehow, life likes to take its own turns. When I arrived at the hospital, Bilqis, Dr Hart's secretary, gave me a warm welcome. We were happy to see each other after all these months and the two of us competed to share as much as we could before my consultation with Doctor Hart. Bilqis complimented me on my new hairstyle - a tightly curled arrangement that ended just past my neckline. At this point, all the other ladies joined in on the conversation. Yes, they too, liked the new hairstyle. Did I cut my hair since they last saw me, they asked. "No, I said," This is a 'minced' hairstyle. I went to bed with fairly loose locks and then somewhere between the warm nights and hot flush
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