Last year I decided to see if it was possible for me to grow a beard. I'd never been able to get past the itchy phase. With a great deal of perseverance, I was able to get the Beard of 2013 through to St. Patrick's day. But frankly it looked terrible. I'd had to shave it down to an Abraham Lincoln beard + lopsided mustache. Seeing that it was going nowhere, I shaved off the mustache, died the beard red, and went full-on Leprechaun for St. Patrick's day.
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| 2013, St. Patrick's Day |
I was planning to do the same thing this year - basically let the beard grow from Christmas to St. Patrick's day, dye it red, shave it off. Only the Cancer arrived. As you know, Elizabeth's grandmother died a couple of days after I found out about the diagnosis. It would have been disrespectful to go to her funeral with the crappy stubble that was on my face, so I shaved in mid-January. But since then, the Cancer Beard has been growing, as has my hair.
Something about this is "life affirming." I can't completely explain it, but it's sort of like giving the finger to the cancer & chemo. Despite the fact that I'm looking like a shaggy idiot, I have this overwhelming urge to keep going. The 3 week lag to restart the beard after the mid-January shaving means that the Leprechaun beard won't be ready by St. Patrick's Day. So if there's no SPD shaving, then I wonder what the next shave occasion is. This could get ugly. LITERALLY.

I urge you to keep giving the finger to cancer! Kep growing the beard.
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