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Click click click holding the electric razor, she stares into the mirror looking at the reflection that she now 100  percent recognizes. It's been 3 years now so she should be use to her radiation therapy/ zombie look but she is NOT. Her reflection so hiduous it's hurts. Always pretty up till 3 years ago. Make up on she CAN look like a hot zombie. Who wants that though?? The click to shave the patchy hair growth got stopped. It won't start. Did she break it last time? Head shaking side to side she says "forget it'. She remembers her prayer yesterday to God. "Some improvement, some sort of sign it's coming back!!!" "PLEASE Lord!!" Cause she ALWAYS shows family her growth. 'LOok can u see it forming better over here on my head?" ALWAYS asking her family that stupid question they all look sad shake there head and say " no. I'm sorry but no." She sees improvement though so that's WHY she prayed that prayer. She is sick of everyone else not seeing it. The closer she gets to hair coverage the more she realizes Just HOW far STILL she had to go. After all these thoughts going through her tired mind the razor clicks on but she waits. Taking it this COULD be the sign and Jesus's gentle hand saying WAIT.