A week before Thanksgiving, I got the news any child dreads. My mom has cancer.

Every emotion and thought imaginable went through my brain in seconds.

Are they sure? Has it spread? Are they sure? What am I going to do? I can’t cook, she answers

all of my questions. Are they sure? Will she lose her hair?

Hair. A symbol of many people’s identities and if you know me, you know my hair absolutely is my identity. It’s my greatest asset, my safety blanket, and a pain in my ass at times. I am blessed with beautiful long golden curls, thanks to my mother. So while we were putting up her Christmas tree I decided I was going to truly cut my hair for the first time in over 10 years.

I want to make a custom wig for my mom who is the strongest woman I know. The woman who does everything she can for everyone she knows and loves. If I can do this for her to give her some piece of mind and safety while she goes through her treatment, it’s the least I can do.

If you’re willing to help me make a custom wig for my beautiful and wonderful mom, I would greatly appreciate the help