My editor’s note from Charlotte magazine’s February issue.
CLUMPS OF HAIR fall to the floor as Deborah Triplett buzzes off her brown locks with an electric shaver. Bright red lipstick frames her wide smile. “It feels so liberating,” she shouts over the sounds of Janet Jackson’s “What Have You Done For Me Lately.” Triplett holds up a clump, takes a look at it, and says, “What have you done for me lately?” She shrugs and drops the hair to the ground as if tossing a piece of garbage into the bin.
On October 12, Triplett was diagnosed with lung cancer—one tumor the size of a lemon in her right lung, one mast in the center of her chest the size of a child’s hand. The doctors showed her the X-ray—the mast’s veins stretch like extended fingers—and gave her a 35 percent chance of survival.