It'll grow back...
I woke up on Thursday morning and I just couldn't stand it any more. I called my hair stylist and asked her when she could get me in. In one WHACK it was gone(over 9 inches and about a pound!). It is MUCH shorter than I have ever had it but it had to be cut that short so I could donate it. I have been growing out my hair to donate it to Pantene's Beautiful Lengths. In December of '06 I made my first donation in honor of my sister, Rhonda and her 10
year anniversary of being cancer free. What a reason to celebrate! I wasn't sure if I could do it again but I found myself waiting and waiting to get my hair cut because I wanted to donate at least one more time. I have been blessed with a beautiful head of hair my whole life and I have always wanted to give it to someone who needed it more than I do. This year, I am donating it in honor of someone who just passed away of cancer yesterday. John Walker was a man who worked for GSK and Mike was his manager for about 7 years. He left behind a 10 year old son who was the love of his life, a very dedicated & loving family and many, many friends who loved him very much. He was a good guy and he was taken way too young. It hurts to see someone in their last days of life with such a dreadful disease. It was painful to see him spend his last few moments with his son knowing that he wouldn't be there for the next Easter egg hunt. After a visit with him one day, I thought I had done really well because I stayed strong and did not cry. When we left, I just sobbed thinking about him and his journey. I thought about him being the first person I knew that would pass on and be able to tell Sophie how much we love her. It makes me tear up just thinking about it now. It really makes you wonder why God calls such good people home so soon. I learned a long time ago that you just have to trust that there is a reason and if God made it, it has to be good....or at least good enough for me. I may not understand all of the things that have gone on in my life but I do know that I am stronger for them. It's just a fact of life that the most valuable lessons you learn usually come from heartbreak, failure and pain.
year anniversary of being cancer free. What a reason to celebrate! I wasn't sure if I could do it again but I found myself waiting and waiting to get my hair cut because I wanted to donate at least one more time. I have been blessed with a beautiful head of hair my whole life and I have always wanted to give it to someone who needed it more than I do. This year, I am donating it in honor of someone who just passed away of cancer yesterday. John Walker was a man who worked for GSK and Mike was his manager for about 7 years. He left behind a 10 year old son who was the love of his life, a very dedicated & loving family and many, many friends who loved him very much. He was a good guy and he was taken way too young. It hurts to see someone in their last days of life with such a dreadful disease. It was painful to see him spend his last few moments with his son knowing that he wouldn't be there for the next Easter egg hunt. After a visit with him one day, I thought I had done really well because I stayed strong and did not cry. When we left, I just sobbed thinking about him and his journey. I thought about him being the first person I knew that would pass on and be able to tell Sophie how much we love her. It makes me tear up just thinking about it now. It really makes you wonder why God calls such good people home so soon. I learned a long time ago that you just have to trust that there is a reason and if God made it, it has to be good....or at least good enough for me. I may not understand all of the things that have gone on in my life but I do know that I am stronger for them. It's just a fact of life that the most valuable lessons you learn usually come from heartbreak, failure and pain. So to you, John Walker, I hope this little token of remembrance will help someone else cope with their illness and that it honors you in the way you deserve. We'll see you another day.
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