03/03/2026
I recently joined the ranks of people who know someone near and dear fighting for their lives against cancer. Someone who is, by any measure, a truly positive addition to her family, to her community, and to the freakin’ Milky Way. Someone who would leave a significant hole in the lives of many people if she were not here. Someone who, if absent, will seriously alter the life trajectories of loved ones- including children- who will not be able to benefit from such a uniquely wonderful person.
As a helpless on-looker to something that can be compared to attempted homicide upon an innocent person, I find myself grasping for anything that could thwart the injustice even in the slightest. But we know full well that we don’t have control. We have no influence whatsoever over the outcome of some cancer diagnoses. Medical professionals do—and we are immensely grateful to them. But the rest of us are left to perform symbolic gestures like shaving our heads to show solidarity and empathy.
Shaving my head did produce some immediate, positive results. I saw the unmistakable gratitude and the feeling of love from this person upon seeing my near-hairless head for the first time ever. But the positivity I initially felt from the symbolic gesture faded rather quickly as I realized that it had no physiological effect on her cancer. I wonder how many other people out there felt a similar sort of inadequacy and disappointment after realizing the extent of our powerlessness. How many of us feel, somehow, personally guilty that such an injustice happens to someone so deserving of better?
I think there is a very human desire (and need) to share in both the happiness and also in the pain and sadness of others. It gives us purpose. For everyone out there fighting for their lives against cancer, and also to all those who are desperately trying to make a difference in the lives of those people, I salute you.