55 Days - Words of inspiration

I was left a beautiful poem about hope, by a cancer survivor who visited my sister site (Thank you). She has given me permission to reproduce it here:

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

Cancer will not take my heart.

(See angel-feathers-tickle-me for more wonderful words and pictures)

Eughh! Just heated up a fresh pot of coffee, looked forward to the taste of the new 'fair-trade' brand I'm trying out... Poured the coffee, added the milk and came to sit down - only to discover I'd put orange juice in the cup! Talk about lack of concentration! :-S

Anyway, back to today's post - Now it's under discussion how I should have my hair for the shave- up in plaits, so people can cut them off one-by-one? And possibly they could be kept as souvenirs? Or (seems more likely) the big shave to two foot of hair. Most enthusiasm has been expressed for the latter - a lot of enthusiasm actually (just a 'tad' more than necessary? :-))
I told my older daughter she could have a lock to add to her scalp-belt :-) And suggested I should hang them from the school gates (to let prospective parents and pupils know what really goes on in the school :-D )
Someone suggested I might be able to sell them - not to a wig-maker, certainly, because I've dyed and re-dyed it so many times I'm surprised each strand isn't at least a centimeter thick! Maybe to other scalp-hunters then... :-)