True Grit

While on chemo,and having lost all her hair, Aitch pulls up outside Tom’s school. Please go and fetch Tom, Jessie.

No, Mom. Come with me. But Jess you know the school well, and I'm tired. You go. 
Moan, groan

Jess, I haven't a wig or a beanie or a hat with me and you know Tom gets embarrassed by 
my bald head. He doesn't want his friends and teachers to see me bald. 

Well, Mom: Tommy's just going to have to grit his teeth, says our Jess. 
So they waltzed in arm-in-arm. 


Here's Mom & Jess in wigs:
Aitch makes it fun to ease Jess' worries

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