Noga was told that the treatment would take her hair. It was the blow that followed the cancer diagnosis, the second fear after the first.
Her classmates found out and decided on something simple: if she was going to lose her hair, she wouldn’t do it alone.
Seventy students sat down, one after another, and shaved their heads in front of the clippers. It wasn’t a promise or a photo for social media. It was a real line of shaved heads, that same afternoon, at the same school.
When she arrived at class, there wouldn’t be a single head different from hers. There would be seventy alike.
That too is a way to heal.
