Giving all my secrets away.
I've been thinking about doing this for a few years now. . .
Being an avid hair transformer, I didn't qualify for hair donations to the organization I cared about the most. So I just kept putting it off and saying I'd do it the following year for whatever reason.
Haven't died or cut my hair in so long, and now it's so long and huge that I often don't even know what to think about it . . .
(see what I did there?)
Well, I'm 12 days away from the big shave and I gotta say - I'm getting pretty anxious.
I know, I know, It's really not that big of a deal, but whenever I mention it, I'm so very often met with stares and asked "why?"
"Just donate."
"You don't need to shave your head to spread the message."
"You're so brave- I could never do that."
"I don't understand."
"Wow."
And, you get the point. . .various combinations of these examples.
My response is always the same.
In all reality though, this is not about me, or my hair.
There's a bigger picture here, "the shave" is about a message.
All the hairtroversy has obviously captured attention, and by explaining the outcome - we're all just another drop in the bucket deeper of awareness.
Which really is progress no matter which way you look at it.
"The Shave" is purely about support.
I know far too many people who have been diagnosed with different cancers, I'm shaving my head as nod in their direction that we're all in the same fight. I know too many who have lost loved ones to cancer, I'm shaving in their honour. The epicenter of my decision lies within the reason that those diagnosed who have been closest to me, have often been children. My heart always goes out the parents, and especially their children who can't even pronounce what they're diagnosed with.
My first experience takes me back to Jose. A cousin of mine was hospitalised for different reasons, around the same time as Jose, they became quick friends after they realised they were "real life" neighbors and we were all school mates. Eventually when they would be admitted at the same time, the nurses would often room them as close to each other as possible. Whenever we went to visit they were always hanging out - I can still remember that surreal and empty feeling when we were informed that his room had been emptied out. I remember going to school and sitting in the assembly area and just thinking how unfair the whole situation was.
13 years later and the situation is still unfair, but I'm not a biologist, or a chemist, so I'm contributing the best way that I can, and I sincerely ask for your help too.
My official "before."
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