{"id":5371,"date":"2024-10-28T01:44:52","date_gmt":"2024-10-28T01:44:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/?p=5371"},"modified":"2024-10-28T01:44:53","modified_gmt":"2024-10-28T01:44:53","slug":"entitled-man-mocked-me-for-shaving-my-head-due-to-cancer-my-hairdresser-got-revenge-on-him-for-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/entitled-man-mocked-me-for-shaving-my-head-due-to-cancer-my-hairdresser-got-revenge-on-him-for-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Entitled Man Mocked Me for Shaving My Head Due to Cancer \u2013 My Hairdresser Got Revenge on Him for Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Fighting cancer stripped me of more than just my hair. But when a heartless stranger mocked my baldness in a hair salon, my hairdresser\u2019s revenge gave me back something I thought I\u2019d lost: my dignity.<br>\n\n\n\n</p><p>I stared at the stranger in the mirror, barely recognizing the person looking back at me. Hollow eyes, sunken cheeks, and patchy wisps of hair where lush locks once cascaded. This wasn\u2019t me. This couldn\u2019t be me. But it was. I\u2019m Polly, and a year ago, my world shattered when I heard those dreaded words:&nbsp;<em>\u201cYou have cancer.\u201d&nbsp;<img decoding='\"async\"' alt='\"\ud83d\ude14\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/s.w.org%5C/images%5C/core%5C/emoji%5C/15.0.3%5C/svg%5C/1f614.svg%5C%22"><img decoding='\"async\"' alt='\"\ud83d\udc94\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/s.w.org%5C/images%5C/core%5C/emoji%5C/15.0.3%5C/svg%5C/1f494.svg%5C%22">\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/f401f563af5e15c2ea1c8680cfdb9051730d5d8f958dfcb8d404a97ce582dc99.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' sad woman source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A sad woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>The journey since then has been a rollercoaster of pain, fear, and hope. I\u2019ve endured countless chemo sessions, each one stripping away another piece of my former self. The most visible casualty? My hair.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I ran my fingers over my scalp, feeling the uneven patches.\n\n\n\n</p><p>A lump of grief settled in my heart as I remembered brushing my long, silky hair just months ago. Now, it was a painful reminder of everything cancer had taken from me.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYou\u2019ve got this, Pol,\u201d I whispered to my reflection, trying to summon the strength I desperately needed. \u201cOne day at a time.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/1cac0974df1bd2623cabd0017467534977b892fa61ee1b95ad5b0933953bf266.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' sad woman holding her head source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A sad woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>The sun beat down mercilessly as I stepped outside, tugging my scarf tighter around my head. Even in the sweltering heat, I couldn\u2019t bear to expose my scalp to the world.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The thought of the stares, the whispers, the pitying looks\u2026 it was too much.\n\n\n\n</p><p>As I walked down the street, a group of kids on bikes whizzed past. One of them, a freckle-faced boy, pointed and shouted, \u201cLook! It\u2019s the human soccer ball!\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>His friends erupted in laughter, the sound piercing through me like shards of glass. I quickened my pace, blinking back tears.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cHey, baldy!\u201d another voice called out. \u201cDid you lose a bet or something?\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/58ad016e0aa406efbb0d0ff470c4b255a8bfa91c839564bfc5132ffd5437c6dc.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' gang of boys laughing source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A gang of boys laughing | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>I wanted to scream, to tell them about the endless nights of nausea, the bone-deep fatigue, the fear that gripped me every time I thought about my next scan. But instead, I kept walking, head down, praying for invisibility.\n\n\n\n</p><p>When I finally reached the safety of my apartment, I collapsed against the door, letting the tears flow freely. \u201cWhy me?\u201d I sobbed, sliding to the floor. \u201cWhy did it have to be me?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Days passed, blending into a blur of doctor\u2019s appointments and sleepless nights. With each chemo session, more of my hair fell out, leaving behind a patchy mess that only amplified my feelings of vulnerability.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/0f96e68c295eef773acf34c256f8cbb99f6b8d463a3bd731b36c6b24c3b2bef9.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' sad woman sitting on the couch source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A sad woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>One morning, I made a decision. I couldn\u2019t control the cancer, but I could control this. I picked up my phone with trembling hands and dialed the number for Wonder Salon.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cWonder Salon, this is Tony speaking. How can I help you today?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I took a deep breath, running my hand over the tiny wisps of hair still clinging to my scalp. \u201cHi, Tony. It\u2019s Polly. I\u2026 I need to shave my head completely. These last few strands, they\u2019ve got to go.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/e120b73b045d1c3bf3ad27faf9ff8f8d733d50d51586593779852f773761ad0b.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman talking on the phone source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>There was a pause on the other end. When Tony spoke again, his voice was gentle. \u201cOf course, Polly. We\u2019ll take good care of you. How\u2019s tomorrow at 2 p.m.?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cPerfect,\u201d I whispered, feeling a pang of relief and dread. \u201cThank you, Tony.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>As I hung up, I caught sight of myself in the hallway mirror. \u201cTomorrow,\u201d I told my reflection, \u201cwe take back control.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/0fad630d6e46f25b32d686adc56aadc6f85c4b3390935fd60b4647cefe74b937.png%5C%22" alt='\"Portrait' of a distressed young woman source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>Portrait of a distressed young woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>The next day, I pushed open the door to Wonder Salon, my heart pounding.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The familiar smell of shampoo and hair products hit me, and for a moment, I was transported back to happier times\u2026 getting highlights for prom, a fancy updo for my best friend\u2019s wedding.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Now, I was here to lose the last remnants of my hair.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/353c05f8471305ddddf4a37124db043d2ded8def41ef97a28f531b1173746f38.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' hair salon source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A hair salon | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>Tony greeted me with a warm smile. \u201cHey there, Polly. Ready for your new look?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He led me to a chair. Not my usual one, I noticed. And draped a cape around my shoulders.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cThis chair\u2019s a bit different,\u201d Tony explained, noticing my confusion. \u201cYour regular one\u2019s getting fixed. But don\u2019t worry, we\u2019ll have you looking fabulous in no time.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/46c059ccc14485c89fd00b39102fcce4dd9dca524f713a3c10027bfde109fd7a.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' man smiling in a hair salon source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A man smiling in a hair salon | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>As Elvis crooned softly in the stereo in the background, Tony got to work.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I closed my eyes, feeling the gentle buzz of the clippers against my scalp. With each pass, I felt lighter, as if I was shedding more than just hair.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYou know,\u201d Tony said, his voice cutting through my thoughts, \u201cI had an aunt who went through this. Toughest woman I ever knew. And let me tell you, Polly, you\u2019ve got that same strength in you. I can see it.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/f88bcb3e8008fc718e70a6927aa17c6fa93f7314f82c172736d1eb25dcbd9252.png%5C%22" alt='\"Close-up' of a hairstylist shaving woman hair source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>Close-up of a hairstylist shaving a woman\u2019s hair | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>I opened my eyes, meeting Tony\u2019s gaze in the mirror. \u201cReally?\u201d I asked, my voice barely above a breath.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cAbsolutely,\u201d he nodded, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. \u201cYou\u2019re a fighter, Polly. And this? This is your battle armor.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>For the first time in weeks, I felt a genuine smile tug at my lips. \u201cThank you, Tony,\u201d I said, feeling a spark of hope ignite in my chest. \u201cThank you.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/02bad466050545cc38eab6938fd87d220f64382bc7409f7333abc2b9ea0d0172.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman smiling in a hair salon source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A woman smiling in a hair salon | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>Just as Tony was finishing up, the salon door burst open. A large man with a scowl etched on his face stormed in, heading straight for us.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cHey!\u201d he barked, tapping impatiently on the back of my chair. \u201cThat\u2019s my seat. Move it!\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I froze, caught off guard by his aggression. Tony stepped forward, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a protective stance.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cSir,\u201d he said calmly, \u201cI\u2019m almost done with Polly here. If you could just wait a few minutes\u2014\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cI don\u2019t have a few minutes,\u201d the man snapped. \u201cI have an important meeting, and I need my hair done now. In MY chair.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/95562d65d8a2ddc417c56d5b2bb216937322be95657511820ecb22b1942af2f2.png%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry man yelling source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>An angry man yelling | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>I almost stood, not wanting to cause trouble, but Tony placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, keeping me seated.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, but you\u2019ll have to wait your turn,\u201d Tony said firmly. \u201cPolly\u2019s appointment isn\u2019t finished yet.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>The man\u2019s face turned an alarming shade of red. He glared at me, his eyes raking over my bald head.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cWhat\u2019s the hold up anyway? Not like she\u2019s got any hair left to cut.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>His sarcastic words pierced my heart. I felt my eyes start to water, all the insecurities I\u2019d been battling rushing back in full force.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/af604bb69c23f423188b69388774f6e61ca423d263196e5b10f0421c8ce89bc5.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' shocked woman sitting in a hair salon source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A shocked woman sitting in a hair salon | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>The man sneered, then turned his attention back to me. \u201cYou, bald eagle, get outta my chair. Guess it\u2019s easier to deal with a bald head when you\u2019re broke than having to take care of long hair, huh?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Tony\u2019s face flushed with anger. \u201cShe has cancer, sir,\u201d he said through gritted teeth.\n\n\n\n</p><p>But the rude man wasn\u2019t listening. \u201cMind your own business, buster! I\u2019m a regular customer. Nobody asked you. Or are you her lawyer or something?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>He turned back to me, his eyes cold. \u201cWhat are you waiting for, dinner to be served, baldie? Out of my chair!\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/e035dadd8277947a460c2343ef22623a1c51c47a8c27d511505b97ff036dd737.png%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry man pointing a finger source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>An angry man pointing a finger | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>I couldn\u2019t take it anymore. With tears welling up in my eyes, I bolted from the chair and rushed to the bathroom, leaving Tony to deal with the awful man.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The rude man pushed past me, practically jumping into the chair.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cFinally,\u201d he grumbled. \u201cMake it quick, I\u2019m already late.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/da2defd22fddafa8532485599faa0c30818a1f4a8175a4710e4ff5d523bd4e7b.png%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry man sitting in a hair salon source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>An angry man sitting in a hair salon | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>In the safety of the bathroom stall, I let the tears flow freely. I sobbed for a good ten minutes, my whole body shaking.\n\n\n\n</p><p><em>Cancer wasn\u2019t my fault. It was simply a test of my resilience and courage. And I was determined to come out on top. But how could people like that man be so heartless and inconsiderate?\n\n\n\n<p><em>How could they mock someone like me, fighting every single day to survive and reclaim my life? How could they? How?\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/cdd5e3da91672b73ae9e0db036d414cea32cbdac10b3985c542a3bd6041121a8.png%5C%22" alt='\"Close-up' of a heartbroken woman source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>Close-up of a heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. \u201cYou\u2019re stronger than this, Polly,\u201d I whispered. \u201cDon\u2019t let him win.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Wiping away my tears, I emerged from the bathroom. Broken\u2026 but stronger. As I approached the main salon area, I FROZE at the sight that greeted my eyes.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The oblivious man reclined, lost in bliss from a head massage, his eyes covered by a sleeping mask as Tony worked his \u201cmagic.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I gasped when I saw the haircut taking shape. Picture a porcupine caught in a lawnmower \u2014 that\u2019s exactly what the man\u2019s new hairdo resembled. To top it off, Tony finished with a garish coat of neon pink hair dye.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/99fab5744ba0873bc8d387cf67eb6978870849e17a9b03955670f14ab55a26b6.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' man with neon pink hair source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A man with neon pink hair | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>I almost burst out laughing, but catching notice of me, Tony gestured for silence and winked.\n\n\n\n</p><p>When he finally announced he was done, the rude guy\u2019s eyes flew open. His jaw dropped as he stared at his reflection in horror.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cWHAT\u2026 WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??\u201d he shrieked.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Tony feigned innocence. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, sir. I thought this was what you wanted. You said to be quick, and this is our fastest style.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/3dde2fff650898a81c38a406a876bc86f652e59666cdacaa87d788146fbbabac.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' man gaping in shock source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A man gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>The man exploded, demanding to see the manager and threatening lawsuits.\n\n\n\n</p><p>But when Mr. Gibbs, the salon owner, arrived, Tony calmly explained how the man had been rude and insulting to a cancer patient.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mr. Gibbs turned to the man, his expression stern. \u201cSir, I suggest you take the free head shave we\u2019re offering and leave quietly with the refund. Unless you\u2019d prefer we discuss your behavior with the cops?\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/1b6d7d3a7c0959fe58031e5fe478daf370dc9bf1ab5268de5a3692e489323998.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' man frowning source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A man frowning | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>Defeated, the man slumped in the chair, allowing Tony to shave his head completely bald. As he stormed out of the salon, I couldn\u2019t help but call after him.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cHey, Mr. Rude! Welcome to the bald club. Hope you\u2019ve got a good hat collection!\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cSir, you might want to return the cape. It belongs to the salon!\u201d Tony added, his voice dripping with sarcasm as the rude guy hurled the cape back into the salon and stormed away.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The door slammed behind him, and for a moment, the salon was silent. Then, Tony, Mr. Gibbs, and I burst into laughter.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/7c526d7e47422941009baac9b1db003cf63233528fc8b1b8a1a04554e47f4907.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' bald man source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A bald man | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>As I left the salon that day, I felt lighter than I had in months. My journey was far from over, but I realized something important:&nbsp;<em><strong>my strength wasn\u2019t in my hair, or even in my body. It was in my spirit, in the kindness of people like Tony, and in the knowledge that for every cruel person out there, there are so many more who will stand up and fight alongside you.&nbsp;<strong>\n\n\n\n<p>I touched my smooth head, feeling the warmth of the sun on my scalp for the first time. \u201cLook out, world,\u201d I whispered. \u201cPolly\u2019s back, and she\u2019s stronger than ever.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/079e5f928ce1f01ffb11183ef436bfabaf6268ac0e4603ddbbbc04ca645be938.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' cheerful woman smiling source: midjourney>\n\n\n\n<p>A cheerful woman smiling | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n</p><p>Here\u2019s another&nbsp;<a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/amomama.com%5C/437366-i-refused-my-mothers-dying-wish-when-my.html%5C%22">story: I ignored my late mother\u2019s dying wish and my family is still furious. Would they forgive me if they knew why I did it? Would you?\n\n\n\n<p><em>This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n\n\n\n<p><em>The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div class='\"mh-excerpt\"'><p>Fighting cancer stripped me of more than just my hair. 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