The Day I Go Bald
This post is especially dedicated to Salia (my colleague), a strong mother whom her youngest son, Aqmal Danish aged 3 diagnosed with leukemia in Feb, 2010 and also to my mother who is a cancer survivor herself since Mar, 2000.
YOU had opened my eye, my heart and inspired me to do this.
Prior to the days of going bald, I tweet-ed, I blog-ed and I spread the campaign verbally too, all in the name of doing good cause. I was really enthusiast in promoting it despite the fact that I have few assignments that are due for submission, involved in series of campus events preparation for the month of May and have to bear with few word of mouth spread around that I’m doing it for popularity purpose. It doesn’t dampen my enthusiasm at all yet I even push myself harder.
To me, going bald is quite a sentimental value for me to do so. It is not only a gesture of me to support and create awareness of childhood cancer but also a gesture of my appreciation and sorry to my mother where I couldn’t be at her side throughout her cancer treatment.
Here are my journeys of going bald;
One will never know how heartbreaking it is to see and knowing that your loved one is going to leave you soon unless you get to feel it.
One will never know whether there’s future for you when your loved one is struggling fighting eventually giving up fighting unless you get to feel it.
……..you can do your part by giving them hope.
To Salia, Aqmal Danish, mom and the entire cancer patient in the world, you’re not alone. Be strong and always have faith in God.
To those who donated under my pledge card, thank you very much for the support as you guys did it without any hesitation.
I believe every one of us have role to play on this earth and I think I have did my part well.