The year is 1935. My mom and dad were married and expecting their first child. Mom began to notice she was losing her hair. Daddy took to her alot of doctors but no one knew what was wrong with mom. They gave her supplements and vitamins, but nothing seemed to help. The day she went into labor she labored for 24 hours with my brother. They took her into the delivery room. However, she had an unknown crook in her spine, and Donald turned around. Rather then deliver him breech they put her back into the labor room for another 24 hours. When they delivered him later he only lived for a few hours. My uncle was a doctor at that hospital. He saw Donald and said he was perfectly normal, he just suffocated in the birth canal. Mothers hair grew back in time and they tried for 7 years to have another baby. They decided to adopt a baby.They adopted my sister and brought her home when she was just a few days old. Then out of the clear blue my mom got pregnant with me. I was born on my sisters first birthday. During the pregnancy with me moms hair began falling out again. Daddy once again took her to every specialist possible but no one could help due to lack of knowledge at that time. My memories hof having a mommy with no hair started at a young age. My mother was one of the strongest women I have ever known. Whenever I would ask her about her hair loss, he response to me with all her christian strength , "If God wanted me to have hair, he would give it to me again." She said He could have taken and arm or a leg and I could not have covered it up. But at least I can cover my head so no one can see it. In the 1940's there were very few wig makers.My daddy said he did not care what it cost, he would get the best doctors and the best wig any woman could want. I remember these looking so much like fake hair and they were not very pretty. Mom held her head up high with such grace and dignity. She refused to let he hair loss interfere with her life. My mom also lost every hair on her body. She had no eyebrows or eyelashes but she used an eyebrow pencil. To cover up her arms with no hair, she always wore long sheet shirts, no matter what the weather was. I can only imagaine now the tears that were shed behind closed doors, but to everyone else she was the cutest, best dressed woman, with a wonderful laugh. My daddy loved her unconditionally and always said he hoped he lived a long time so he could take care of mom. One time they were involved in a minor car accident and the impact made her wig come off. She cried and said "daddy my hair just came off, can you help me so on one sees it." Still to these day this brings tears to my eyes. Mom was so excited when wigs became more popular, because she said now I can have more than one, and they can all be different. I helped her to keep her wigs styled and pretty. She said God gave people the knowledge to make wigs, so that everyone can afford to buy one. Whenever I married and got pregnant, mom reminded me to let the doctors know about her hair, so that hopefully it would not happen to me. I feel blessed that it did not happen to me. I have grandchildren also and we always remember that alopecid is in our family. I can say with so much pride that "My mommy was one of the strongest women I have ever known. When God took her home she looked just as pretty, and she said when I see Jesus "He" will give me new hair. She will always be in my heart. Thank you for letting me to my story about my "awesome mom."