What started as a joke turned into one of the most amazing gifts a mother could ever receive from her son.
Matt Shaha, from Arizona, spent nearly three years growing out his hair to make a wig for his mother, Melanie, who lost her hair after receiving radiation treatment.
“It’s a no-brainer,” Matt said. “She gave me the hair in the first place.”
Melanie had been battling a benign brain tumor for years. She had two surgeries in 2003 and 2006 to remove the tumor. But in 2017, when the tumor came back, she had to start radiation treatment.
“I asked my doctor, ‘Will I lose my hair?’ and they said ‘No,’” Melanie said.
But three months later, she did lose her hair.
“It’s hard when you don’t have hair. People can say things that hurt your feelings,” Melanie told Today. “I don’t mind being sick, but I mind looking sick. I’d rather blend in at the store.”
Not long after Melanie started losing her hair, her 27-year-old son Matt jokingly said he would grow out his hair and make a wig for her.
Even though Melanie thought it was a sweet offer but didn’t want to burden him, Matt was serious about it. He spent the next two and a half years growing his hair long enough to make a wig.
When Matt’s hair was long enough, he and a few coworkers went to his mom’s house to cut it off. Melanie said, “We were super pumped, and when they started cutting, we bawled.”
Matt even paid $2,000 to have the wig made. They found a wigmaker who hand-stitched the hair to make it lighter and more comfortable. Once the wig was delivered, Melanie had it cut and styled.
“Seeing her in it was the first time I had seen my mom look like that since she lost her hair, so it’s been about four years,” Matt said.
Melanie loved her new look and felt deeply touched by her son’s gift. “It sure fills your emotional cup,” she said.
Look at the joy on Melanie’s face! Even Matt is beaming with happiness. I love this for both of them and their family.
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My Friend Kicked Me Out of His Wedding, His Reason Stunned Me
My wife and I were shocked when we were kicked out of my friend’s wedding for ordering pizza after the buffet ran out of food. What began as a lighthearted, slightly tipsy idea quickly turned into a whirlwind of drama that made us question not only our actions but also our friendships.
We had been looking forward to Tom’s wedding for weeks. It was a small, intimate affair with about 70 guests, mostly family, and the atmosphere was joyful. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to be there.
As we admired the decorations and soaked in the celebratory mood, everything seemed perfect. My wife and I exchanged smiles, complimenting the setup and how happy Tom and Linda looked. We were seated at a table with some lovely people and began chatting with a couple named Jane and Bob.
After a beautiful ceremony full of heartfelt vows, the celebration kicked off with drinks flowing at the open bar. Two bottles of wine were placed on each table, along with bread and butter, and the mood was lively. But then came the announcement for the buffet, which was to be served by calling tables up one at a time, starting with the family.
As we watched the first tables head to the buffet, we noticed plates being piled high with food. I quietly mentioned to my wife that I hoped there would be enough for everyone, and we both waited, hoping for the best. However, when our table was finally called, the buffet was nearly empty. We managed to scrape together a few scraps, leaving everyone at our table visibly disappointed. We could sense frustration growing around us.
“That’s it?” Jane asked, staring at her nearly empty plate. Bob, equally unhappy, grumbled about how hungry he still was. My wife and I were equally disheartened, but we tried to keep things lighthearted.
It was then that Bob jokingly suggested ordering pizza. To our surprise, the idea didn’t seem all that far-fetched to us in our hungry state. After a quick chat with the others, we decided to go for it, pooling some money and placing an order for four large pizzas and wings.
When the pizzas arrived, we shared them with those around us who also hadn’t gotten enough to eat. The atmosphere at our table shifted as we laughed about the absurdity of the situation, but that light mood didn’t last long. Before we knew it, Linda’s father approached our table, clearly unhappy.
He sternly asked where the pizza came from, and after explaining that we had ordered it because the buffet ran out of food, he grew even more upset. When he asked for a slice and I refused, citing that we had barely eaten ourselves, his frustration turned into full-blown anger.
Not long after, Tom came over, looking distressed. He apologized but explained that we needed to leave, as the pizza situation had upset Linda and her family. Feeling hurt and frustrated, we gathered our things and left the reception, ending the night on a sour note.
A few days later, Tom called me. He explained that after talking with Linda and her family, they realized there hadn’t been enough food and felt terrible about what had happened. Linda’s father, especially, was eager to make amends and had planned a big “After Wedding Shindig” to invite everyone back, with plenty of food, drinks, and entertainment.
Despite the awkwardness of the original event, it seemed like things were headed in a positive direction, and I found myself looking forward to the follow-up celebration. What had started as a silly solution to our hunger turned into a larger lesson in communication, and, in the end, a chance for everyone to come together again.
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