My 17-Year-Old Son Shaved His Head for His Sick Girlfriend—The Next Day, Her Mother Called Me and Said, “You Need to Come to the Hospital”

under the harsh lamplight.

“Aaron,” I breathed, my heart jumping to my throat. “What did you do?”

He ran a hand over his scalp, a self-conscious, shy grin tugging at his lips. “I knew you’d freak out a little.”

“A little? Honey, your hair! Why?” I stepped toward him, my palm instinctively finding the cool, strange skin where his thick, dark curls used continue reading …