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.
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.