The first time I did this, I was nervous about shaving my head, and about how I would look. I was thinking about myself, just like most people would. It's not right or wrong just a natural instinct. When my cousin was diagnosed with cancer and started undergoing all of his treatment, I guess things just changed. I realized he didn't have a choice in it. He never chose to have his life flipped upside down and filled with medical appointments to the leading physicians in the United States and several impromptu visits to Germany for experimental treatments. He never asked to have his entire diet completely changed or for his life to become some kind of drama movie; but nor did millions of other people diagnosed with cancer, or for that matter, any number of diseases. I came to St. Baldrick's and read some of the heartfelt stories about children persevering through their troublesome treatment and then I got to a story where the patient died. He was eight years old, not even old enough to understand what life was, but he was old enough to know he was dying. His happy spirit stayed with him right up until the end. I'm shaving my head to honor everyone with disease. We can beat it.