This weekend my friend Terry (aka Cancer Diva) invited me to photograph her head-shaving ceremony. I was honored and excited but I didn’t really know what to expect. I mean, I loved the fact that Terry’s hairdresser (who’d once battled cancer herself) served us cocktails at 7am, and I enjoyed the feeling of comradery and celebration as Terry’s friends and family gathered near to offer support, but it was more than that. It was watching a woman who’d been victimized by a deadly adversary wrestle some control back from her foe.
It was watching a friend decide that instead of seeing the patchy hair and balding spots each time she looked in the mirror that she’d instead look at a face and hairline that she’d chosen herself.
It was seeing my friend stare boldly at her reflection after having her hair shorn to an inch from her scalp, pause and say almost unflinchingly “Shorter”.
It was watching a woman make cancer her bitch.
And it was beautiful.
Check out Terry’s blog for more.