I wrote this on Sunday March 8th.

Just sitting here on the couch, getting ready to go to bed. I was running my fingers through my hair, and it suddenly struck me, next week at this time, I won’t be able to do that. Then I started thinking about what I’m doing – really – what I’m REALLY doing, and the implications.

Why am I doing this? Is it really for Chase? Is it for a free haircut? Is it to get attention? Is it because I believe in this cause?

When I really think about it, I think it’s probably a little bit of all the above. And when I really, REALLY think about it, I think, “What are you doing!!??” My goodness. I’m going to let some stranger cut ALL of my hair off. All of it. What made me sign up for this?

Then I think of the blog entries I’ve read about Chase. I think about the things he’s gone through, the needles, the surgeries, the chemo, the radiation, the days of isolation, the nights of loneliness and fear. I think of the strength he’s shown. This little boy, just five years old, offering comfort to others as he awaits his fate. I think of his parents, living through the nightmare of the very real possibility of losing their son. I think of his siblings, and how the distance of hospital stays has brought them closer.

And then I think, how can I not do this? How can I chicken out? What’s a little hair. Hair grows back. I’ve heard others say they would do it, but they are afraid their hair would grow back gray. Who cares? In the overall scheme of things, who really cares? What’s a little bit of hair when the cause is children’s lives?

Looking forward to 12:50 pm on Sunday, March 15th at Ballydoyal on New York Street in Aurora!!

If you want to donate, go to https://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/750496/2015
Thanks.