His ability to keep his hair has helped me to pretend that some days are normal. I don't always look at him and say, "oh, my poor sick baby." And, it has led to people asking why he wears a mask in public. None of the questioners expecting me to say that cancer is his ailment.
So, last Friday, I cut his hair. What an amazingly big job. I have always cut the boys hair so I have a system (and their hair grows the same, so it's the same thing for all). But this time, in order to get the job done, I had to do various yoga poses over Ev while he played in the tub. He tried to jerk away at first to protest, but eventually he calmed down enough that I at least had once less obstacle. Anyways, it ended up ok...and he kinda looks like a hipster now. Especially, in this photo...
We were all planning to shave our heads to support Ev in his fight against cancer, I guess we can put the clippers away.
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