This week a dear friend of mine started chemotherapy for breast cancer. It's a tough path to start down and those of us who have known her for a long time are trying to walk it with her, to offer what support we can, both practical and emotional.
She has scheduled an appointment to have her head shaved in the next few days. We will go with her and then join our husbands for dinner to 'celebrate.' It's a gutsy move but I think I might do the same. It seems less depressing than watching your hair fall swirl down the drain one clump at a time.