Middle School, Catheters, and My First Hair Cut

“Life turns on a dime” — Stephen King

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I hopped off a huge yellow bus after a long day of seventh grade to find out my mother had passed away in her sleep. My life shattered like a glass platter crashing into the unforgiving tile floor. As if seventh grade wasn’t hard enough, I had to walk through the bland school halls with a new vulnerability. My mother was my best friend. We…