A WORLD AWAY
Sitting in front of a mirror, I took a deep breath as I heard the buzz of the razor.
‘Here we go,’ my partner Chris, then 42, said to me.
It was March 2017, and I was about to start chemotherapy treatment for breast cancer.
Doctors said I’d definitely lose my long, brunette hair.
So, I wanted to take control.
It seemed the only thing left I had control over.
See, Chris and I had posed to jet off on a
