Once a month, a group of women who are suffering from cancer descend upon an hair salon on Long Island to chew the fat. They are lively bunch who would talk the hind legs off a donkey, but they are also suffering from the effects of not just the disease but of their treatment too. The two feisty and vivacious hosts (Cynthia and Rachel) are excellent facilitators for many, including Cambria and Linda whom we begin to focus more upon as they both have to deal with their predicament as best they can whilst having their hair cut (for free) by a pair whose lives have already been impacted upon by the big 'C'. We do follow them out of the shop now and again, and it's those scenes that bring the more humorous ones more into perspective. Linda, especially, is having to reconcile a prognosis she received almost two decades ago with the therapy she is being offered and her own faith that tells her that God will pick the time, and that she ought not to be interfering with his plans - and that isn't a perspective neccessarily shared by her husband. Cambria is a younger lady who worries that the mastectomy that is looming for her might impact on the family plans she shares with her own spouse. These women form quite a strong and affectionate bond over their visits and by it's conclusion, this film reminds us all that medication needn't just come from a bottle and that the therapeutic value of human interaction, a dry sense of humour and a remarkably stoic sense of perception and appreciation of what life yet might have to offer can prove a valuable positive. It's touching, informative, and somewhat counterintuitively quite enjoyable, too.