The Race For the Cure

Last Friday night, I had my head shaved. Saturday was one of the best days of my life. WHAT? How could this be, you might ask.

Well, on Saturday morning we went to the Susan Komen Race for the Cure. The weather was perfect, and we were quite a large party: my family of six, three survivors from my support groups and their families, and one additional dear friend who came out to support her breast cancer buds.

It was my "coming out" party for being bald. What better venue? I was in lots of good company! And, as a survivor, you receive the royal treatment. You have a bright pink race shirt and hat to differentiate you from the crowd (and quite a crowd it was -9000 participants).

The highlight was a Survivor Procession: you line up behind a sign that groups the women by # of survival years. So my group was "-1" but the groupings went all the way up to "25+" and we all did a little parade / rally to Melissa Etheridge's "Run for Life" song.

Then one of the girls from my support group invited us back to her house for a party. All in all, it was a very empowering, FUN day.

We even went to two neighborhood parties later that night so I was a pooped out party girl on Sunday to be sure!

The Race For the Cure: With my Mom (Happy Mother's Day, Mom. You rock!)

Back to having the head shaved: My hairdresser asked me if I wanted to be turned away from the mirror. "Absolutely not," I replied. "This is my life and I intend to face it."

I had a head of hair "to die for" but of course, it wasn't worth dying for after all. I'm not exactly enjoying this being bald thing, but it isn't ruining my life like I thought it might.

As if I needed any further proof that the fates are fickle, Chris was booted off of American Idol this week! What gives with that?