Pease note there is a follow-up post to this post. Thank you Deborah the Closet Monster and everyone who is dedicated to raising funds and awareness for pediatric cancer research. I hope one day my Doodles will be well enough to thank you, too.

The Monster in Your Closet

* Read the follow-up to this post here.

I’ll be bald in eleven days.

There was a time I swore I’d never have hair shorter than chin length again. At 18, I’d made the unfortunate mistake of dozing off at the hands of a new stylist, who thought I’d look just fabulous with one-inch hair.

Despite my old vow, I choose baldness now.

I do this to stand in solidarity with children who do not choose baldness, or cancer, but face these things determinedly nevertheless.  On March 24, 2012, I’ll join my friends Chris and Karin in having my head shaved for St. Baldrick’s children’s cancer charity.

I love my hair. Don’t get me wrong. I’m going to miss it while it’s gone. But there’s a heckuva lot I love even more in this world.

As I learned at 18, hair grows back. People do not, so I feel…

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