ABSTRACT
Our first glimpse of Lina without her bandage on was in the hospital, as her dressing was being changed. A strange and disturbing sight met our eyes as we peeked through a slightly lifted shade on her room door. There she lay, looking vulnerable and weird, as if from another planet. Her white head was shaved to the top of her skull and the new hair line began behind a huge jagged wound. What was left of her beautiful mane hung down several inches beyond the stitched wound. I dreaded the thought of her looking in the mirror and facing the bizarre image. I also worried about the reaction of others to her appearance.
