Today I woke up Bald for the first time in my (adult) life, with my head still buzzing (ha) with the excitement of the last 24 hours. I couldn't wait until I had a moment in between getting my little one ready for her first day of Kindergarten and picking her up from the bus stop to sit down and write about how amazing the Shave Event was yesterday... how profound an experience it was to hear the honored guests speak about why we are shaving... including two speeches from teenagers that have had to endure the unthinkable and were so brave to get up in front of a huge group of strangers to tell their story... to the LOVE and the laughter and the tears... and ultimately, the JOY we all felt that we are DOING something and we can make a difference...
But then I got an e-mail. Another child died.
I didn't know her very well, so out of respect for her family I will not use her name, but I did know that she was bright and beautiful and had a future stolen from her.
This is why we shave.
So for now, I'm going to stop there. The heaviness in my heart will be a passing emotion, and I'm sure I'll be able to express in more detail all the wonderful things that have occured during this transformation, but not today. Today I will pray for her. Pray for her family. And pray for a cure.