When her disease returned, the author’s aunt took matters (or scissors) into her own hands. The unlikeliest upsherin.
Special To The Jewish Week
I didn’t know what real loveliness was until I saw my Aunt Nomi in the hallway of Sloan Kettering Cancer Center wearing a visitor’s gown and a face mask.
“Where are you coming from?” I asked her. I had just left my grandfather’s room, Nomi’s father, when I saw her exiting a different room.