The Great Haircut

Who says chemotherapy patients don't have hair?

Phil has grown quite a bit of head and facial hair over the last few months and we've finally had enough energy and time to sit down for a proper cut. Since it's been almost a year since I've posted any photos of him I thought it only fitting to let you in on our little salon moment. Try to ignore my desperate need for a dye job. That's on the list to...

It was a beautiful afternoon here, mid 70's with a slight breeze. We had been sitting in the sun with his mom Margaret who is visiting and I impulsively said, "Hey Phil, do you want me to shave off your beard?"

He was all about it. After hunting around for the hand held clippers and ensuring that they still had batteries we were off to the races. In less time than it takes to access his port he was trimmed back to his usual self and smiling again. All that's left is a close shave!

Best part of all? Bennett telling Dad he looked like himself again :)