Shaving my head isn't just a publicity stunt. Since October my almost three-year-old Nephew has been Battling cancer. My choice to go bald was insanely emotional. Even thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes, as I know, in many ways it's not enough. Since October I have been looking for something, anything to help, to give, to show Teddy just how unconditionally I love him. When I was out to see Teddy in November, he was very, very ill and was starting to loose his hair. I so vividly can recall running my fingers through his hair and ending up with clumps in my fingers. It was then I made the choice to shave my head. I want to have a reminder of how deeply I care for Teddy, and how much I hate what is happening to him. I want other kids to someday NOT have to have 49 day hospitals stays and life threatening chemo drugs. I haven't really expressed to a lot of people what Teddy's illness has meant to me. Being the mom to Teddy's first Cousin who is just twelve short days younger than him,there is, quite honestly, a lot I have had to block out. Guilt- for having the 'healthy kid' Helplessness- for wanting so badly to change My brother's families circumstance Relief- for having a healthy kid Regret-for not spending more time with Teddy when he was healthy. Above all- intense, fierce love of which the only outlet I have is to put it in to action. Raising money to help Doug and Ambriel, raising money for St.Baldrick's, asking people at work to prayer for Teddy. Shaving my head, so when people ask, 'why are you bald?' I can tell them about my amazing Nephew Teddy and how, in so many ways, he has changed me. There is so my love and good in the world. Thanks for listening.