Two years ago today I shaved my hair off. Yes. I took a razor to my long, brunette hair and chopped it all off. However, it was for a reason. Around three weeks previously, I had been told that my hair was going to fall out. (I was also told that it was never going to grow back – let’s just say the junior doctor who told me that got a little bit of a telling off). Lying in bed in the Royal Marsden hospital after weeks of greulling treatment and the recent news that it wasn’t working and radiotherapy was needed sitting in the air, I turned to my Mum and I said, “That’s it. I’m going to shave it off. I’m not going to just sit here and wait for it to fall out.”. Expecting protest, I was surprised when Mummy agreed that it was a good idea. We came up with the idea that I would ask for sponsors and donate the money to two hospitals very close to my heart. For the first time in months, I was excited.
Of course, the first two people I told were my two best friends, Hannah and Katie and of course I was showered with support. Little did I know that they were actually together, and they were making a plan. Then I got the text:
“We’re doing it too.”
I thought I had read it wrong. Had they just offered to shave their hair off too? For me? Well, yes. And these pictures prove it.
I don’t seem to have many pictures of the actual shave on my laptop – sorry about that.
Anyway, I would just like to say thank you to these two beautiful people in my life. What you did for me two years ago today can never be repayed. Shaving my head would never have been such an incredible, wonderful and eye opening experience without you.
You have taught me so much, including that it’s not what happens to you in life that matters, its what you do with it that counts!
Thank you for reading. Love to all and thank you to everyone who has supported us on our journey.