A Loving Head Shave
That Sunday we closed the store, dimmed the lights, put soft music on, and I lovingly shaved her head. As I was doing so, I wondered what her choices were. Where else could she have gone? How must it feel to sit in a mall salon or a barber shop, with absolutely no privacy, and suffer through the indignity of having her head shaved? Some women must do the best they can in the privacy of their own bathrooms, but they won't likely have sterile equipment. I knew at this moment that I wanted to do more for women afflicted with cancer.