I participated in this event years ago. At that time my motivation was fueled by the general outpouring of support of fellow firefighters to the childhood cancer cause. Not only did I have my head shaved, but I had my dog Lamont shaved as an added bonus! He needed it. Some would say so did I. This time, however, it’s different.
In the intervening years I was affected by cancer in ways I never imagined when in Feb. 2010 my wife – Mollie – was diagnosed with Stage IIIc ovarian cancer. I won’t suffer you the details, but I have experienced first-hand the waiting rooms, the doctors and the diagnoses; the family struggles and the terror of the unknown; the surgeries, the side effects, and the brutal chemistry of healing; and I’ve seen the split-second implosion of a bright future into a present laden with question marks. But, and more importantly, I have watched the outpouring of friendship, love, support, talent, and raw courage – time and time again – upstage the despair during our journey. The potency of human giving cannot be underestimated, and sometimes it cannot even be understood. And while I watch in awe as my wife gracefully battles her condition, it pains me to imagine children and their parents facing a similar fight.
The St Baldrick’s event stands as a symbol, for we have our heads shaved with the knowledge that it is temporary. For many of these children and indeed many cancer pt’s suffering through treatment, the baldness is not a symbol but a symptom. This year I’d like to do my part by transforming the symbolic head shave into a visible symptom: a symptom of caring and support for those afflicted with cancer. Mollie and I will begin the donating. Please consider helping in any amount you decide you can afford. From me, Mollie and the far too many children out there afflicted with cancer, I offer you my sincere thanks and gratitude.