ABSOLUTELY. In fact, this is the very reason why I feel some kinda way about this hair obsession of mine.
Last year when I was hospitalized for four months during my pregnancy with my daughter, I became really close with the lady that cleaned my room. One day she was moving really slow, and just seemed "off". I said "what's wrong, Auntie? Hurry up and sit down! Judge Judy's on, and I saved you half of this sub."
But out of nowhere, she just started throwing up EVERYWHERE. So I jumped up and got wet paper towels and was putting them on her forehead, and she said "I'm dying". I'm like "I see!" And she said "no, baby. I'm really dying. I have cancer."
I sat there STUNNED, listening as she told me how she goes to chemo every day before coming to work, and that her husband has brain cancer, but he's worse off than she is, so she continues to work so they can EAT.
You just never know what people are dealing with. She came in there with a smile on her face every single day. I sat there crying, while SHE was consoling ME.
It still haunts me to this day, and put things into perspective for me like you wouldn't believe.