Phenomenal friends

It takes a special kind of person to sport the bald look in support of a friend with cancer. I'm lucky enough to have three such amazing people in my life. As you know, Michael gained hair freedom on Wednesday.

Well, last night, Diane and Pete joined us at our abode for some dinner and fortifying beers (mine was ginger ale, to keep my tummy settled) before the big event. Pete, sat in the sacrificial chair first and Diane had fun, creating tuffs, leaving sideburns, making a reverse mohawk, etc. before the shaving cream and razor hit his head.

Prior to last night, Diane was growing her hair and sported a long bob. She could finally braid and style her hair in fun and different ways. I reminded her (and Pete) yet again they didn't have to go bald - that I was okay with it. Without hesitation, they both reaffirmed this gesture of support.

They call us Bratschers their clan. Definition: a family one chooses, not the one into which one is born. How awesome is that!

I think Pete had even more fun when he got the clippers into Diane's hair. He created unique designs, including a T in support of Tina, a cross, a pathway with thin strips and long sections, and maintained a small braid at the front. At one point, she looked like Golum from Lord of the Rings and called me "my precious." Too funny. Finally, she told Pete to finish the job.

We had a ball last night, with lots of laughs. And I have to say, they look good bald. In fact, we all look good bald - as you can tell from the photo I've posted. This is our surprised look - the way everyone will look when they see us walking down the beach in Port Franks. Ha!

This hair-sacrificing gesture of support really touches my heart. Diane and Pete are amazing friends and I love them to the ends of the earth for joining my small, but mighty bald crew.

Enjoy this Sunday with the sunshine on your face, or for a few special few, on your proud bald head.

Tina