In 2007 I lost my dad to colon cancer. Needless to say I was devastated. I know what it's like to lose someone to cancer and though the loss of my dad is still painful, it's time to take the energy I've spent mourning and turn it into something positive. My dad would want me to take this energy and spend it helping others -- especially children. My dad loved coaching little league baseball so I know he enjoyed kids and sports. I know my dad witnessed young cancer patients coming in and out of the hospital at the same time he was undergoing treatment. It bothered him because they were so young and, of course, it didn't seem fair -- they were too young to have such a horrible disease. I imagine he marveled at how brave and resilient the kids were as they endured the harsh, but necessary treatments meant to save their lives. As I look at my children and my nephews I feel blessed that they have been spared a disease such as cancer, but there are many parents out there that aren't as fortunate and that is why I hope to be one of many in a team of thousands helping to make a difference so that maybe one day cancer won't be so devastating (in a perfect world it would be a thing of the past). My hair is the very least I can sacrifice. I do this to show solidarity with children who have cancer. I also do it in loving memory of my dad, Ted Wessel, who was able to live a full life and would have wanted these young cancer patients to have a chance at a full life too.