We Do What We Can

I walked into yoga tonight, I saw our instructor had cut her hair, and almost everyone noticed as well, complimenting her on her new "do".

Then, as class opened, she told us she had donated her hair to a charity that makes wigs for cancer patients. Because a childhood friend - who now has stage 3 melanoma - had asked her to do so.

Someday I pray all cancer will be cured.

But for now this fact must be endured:

cells growing out of control

enact a hellish toll.