I don't have much hair so one might assume that shaving my head would be no big deal. Trust me, though -- it is. Imagine going from wearing a bikini to being naked. Yea, it makes a big difference. So why would I willingly go au naturel? In a word, Lindsay. During the time Lindsay and her family lived two doors down from me she grew from being a wriggly newborn to a talking, giggling toddler. I always thought she was a pretty cool kid (certainly a reflection of her parents), but the day she called me "Shue" she absolutely won my heart. She played along with my goofy jokes and laughed with such ease that she reminded me that silliness and happiness can be synonymous. How can anyone be in a crabby mood when surrounded by such joy? And now for the tough part. Lindsay was diagnosed with AML. I learned that, in layman's terms, that's really bad cancer. Her family did what any reasonable people would do: they cried, they worried, they read scary stuff on the internet. But they didn't give up. They rallied family, friends, their intellects and all the positive energy possible and tackled it head on. Lindsay, well, she did what Lindsay does -- she just kept going. Despite having to live at the hospital, chemo (and all that goes with that), the seemingly endless rounds of tests and therapies, she pulled through. She's one tough kid. Now, over two years later, in the words of her mom, "Life is good. Really, really good." I see pictures of Lindsay looking so healthy with plenty of hair and I get a little choked up. I know that no small part of her health is due to the medical care she received. I'm so thankful that medical science was able to help her, but I know that so much more can and needs to be done. There are lots of other Lindsays out there; kids locked in a struggle I can't even comprehend, their families and friends living with fear and struggling for hope. They all need as much support and love as can be mustered. And more hope -- the hope that comes from knowing that there is effective treatment. Most cancer research dollars go toward finding cures for cancer in adults. I'm all for kicking cancer in the butt, so I'm certainly not suggesting we all do less for adults; I'm saying we need to do more for the kids. The donations I help bring in for St. Baldrick's go for research specifically geared toward childhood cancer. Please consider helping me raise these much needed funds. I'm willing to go bald in solidarity with these kids. What are you willing to do?