Documenting her treatment gave Jacki Donaldson, a mom of two young boys, surprising strength and comfort. Here, a glimpse into her brave journey.
By Jacki Donaldson
It may have been only a haircut, but I didn't like it. So I bought wigs made of human hair. I topped them with hats and wore them every day. The straight wig in this photo reminded me of the person I knew before cancer. This was my goal: To look like nothing had changed, when in reality, life was spiraling out of my grasp. My mom helped me stay sane. She sat with me during chemo, cooked for my family, took the kids to school and played with them when I needed a nap. Much of my strength came from the kindness of others—like my friend Bev, who gave me a vase full of tulips, a group of moms who delivered a handmade quilt and another pal who left the inspirational book Love, Medicine & Miracles (Harper Perennial), by Bernie S. Siegel, M.D., on my doorstep.