Dear Alisa

It’s been just under three months from that first oh-no-is-that? moment until today.  I don’t pretend to know what that feels like for you and Jason and all of the other people that love you, of which there are many, as I know that you know.  You’ve known that this was coming for a while, and I personally like the curly, I get why you’ll stick with the scarf.  So since today was the day, it’s time to follow through on my end of my assertion.

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I’ll grow it back out when you’re growing back yours. If I could do more to support you in a helpful way, I totally would.


Alisa and I have been a part of the same community for over a decade now.  Anytime a group of people have been together for that long, there are underlying grumbles around, well, most everybody.  I just never hear that about Alisa.  I haven’t met anyone yet that has met her and doesn’t at least like her; most everyone that I know loves her, as I do.

So if you know someone struggling with cancer, just love them the best way that you know how: making dinner for them, taking out the trash, picking up their mail, bringing them a latté, reading in the same room with them for an hour, just whatever.  She’s two states away, but this is something that I can do from here other than send the late-night emails when I can’t sleep and send her crazy emails.

I’ll think of her every (third) morning when I am shaving at a minimum.


I love you, dear.  Keep kicking ass.