On October 15th, 2009, two years ago, I had my final (I
hope) chemotherapy session.
Bald as a billiard ball I progressed to five weeks of
radiotherapy and, during that time, small fluffy strands of hair started to
appear, like peach fuzz.
By January 2010 my heart was broken (that's a whole other
story) but my hair was a centimetre long.
In March that year my friend Deidre trimmed off the ends.
Loath as I was to part with the tiniest wisp of my new hair Nurse Lottie had
insisted that this must be done because the first growth would be full of chemo
chemicals and generally 'rubbish'.
Since then I have not had cut it at all. Not once. Now
that all must change. It's time for Lily to bite the bullet and venture forth
to the hairdresser. Much as I'm looking forward to hanging out with the lovely Kell Skott and his equally lovely wife Jacqui, I simply can't bear to sacrifice my hard won hair in vain. No! If
it's going to be cut, it's going to be cut for a cause.
The Haven is a wonderful sanctuary for anyone with breast
cancer. They helped and cared for me during my difficult year of breast cancer.
Please sponsor my BIG BIANNUAL HAIRCUT by donating to the Haven.
Click here to donate via Virgin Giving.
Click here to donate via Virgin Giving.
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Amazingly, we raise £470 for The Haven. With gift aid that comes to £572.50!
Thank you everyone.
And a particularly huge thank you to Kell and Jacqueline Skott for donating the haircut.
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