Friday, October 4, 2013

Close Shave

My wife's friend, Liz, threw a "head shaving party" for Ann on Wednesday night.  Ann's hair was falling out in clumps as we neared round 2 of chemotherapy on Thursday, so Liz had her hairdresser come to house.  There was food and drinks and family and an electric hair trimmer and a razor.  Followed by a wig.


  1. This is a very well-done narrative in the finest traditions of the photo essay, W. Eugene Damron! Your capture of the different expressions of your wife through the hair-cutting process reveal an exceptionally strong woman.

    1. Thank you very much. I feel I should know you, yet you remain "Unknown."

  2. Trying to decipher the look on Ann's face. Resigned? Or more like, well, gotta do it anyway. Her crowning glory will come back! I believe that with all my heart. In the meantime, how is it possible that she looks gorgeous bald?! Love grows deeper in so many ways, doesn't it?