*The Unlikely Culprit: How a Haircut Ruined My Life* It's been two years since my life took an unexpected turn, one that would leave me with a permanent reminder of the fragility of life. It's a story I never thought I'd be sharing, but one that I hope will serve as a cautionary tale. You see, it all started with a haircut. At the time, I was undergoing radiotherapy, a grueling but necessary treatment to combat a serious health issue. As part of the preparation, a custom-made mask was created to protect areas of my body that weren't being targeted by the gamma radiation. It was a precise and delicate process, one that required utmost care and attention to detail. But then, disaster struck. My hair grew, and my parents, well-intentioned but misguided, insisted that I get a haircut. They joked that I looked like a sheep, and I, eager to please, acquiesced. Big mistake. The haircut, though seemingly innocuous, had a devastating consequence. The mask, carefully crafted to ...
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