After my first St. Baldricks, I decided that until the day I can donate as much as I can raise, I’ll keep shaving my head for this cause (and if that day comes, I’ll still participate).
This year’s shave is dedicated to a woman I’ve loved since 2005, who is in the process of annihilating cancer like the beautiful clobber-beast she is.
My sea-green mane is a small price to pay for something precious beyond measure: time.
Time for the children and teenagers afflicted by these cancers to live - to simply live - in a country where the percentage of funding allocated to childhood cancer research is in the single digits.
I’ve been growing my hair out for this year’s event since 2015, and I’ve set my goal at twice my Baldricks fundraising total thus far (and doubled it when I met my goal out of nowhere in early March)
It’s a long-shot, but raising a tenth of that is a triumph. When you look at my fundraising total, my photo, and when you read these words, keep one thing in mind.
Participating in St Baldrick’s isn’t about me. I’m one tiny part of a beautiful whole that’s given researchers the resources to create life-saving clinical trials and an FDA-approved treatment.
Let’s make sure that’s only the beginning of the difference this organization will make.
