The beard and I have become good friends and I will miss him.
I have shaved. I'm out.
I don't know where to start.
In early December my wife was diagnosed with Colon Cancer. Her condition is treatable but requires a temporary move to New York, six months of Chemo therapy, surgery, and other few other unnamed pleasantries.
Margaret has never been a big fan of the beard but she loves me, humors me and putts up with my wacky antics - whatever they may be. When she was first diagnosed I contemplated dropping out of the Whiskerino. At the time, the thought of uploading a self portrait on a daily basis was far from appealing but she encouraged me to continue. I think she wanted me to continue just so I could have something to do other than worry. I did the best I could but I have to admit - this wasn't my best year for posting.
We had our first round of Chemo on the 24th. I will describe the experience as perhaps something north of the worst flue one could imagine. Margaret is doing much better now; she is eating, bossing me around and we spent the weekend walking about the city with friends. However during the treatments she was in unimaginable discomfort and the one thing I knew could make her just a bit happier was to shave. I decided and told her that as soon as she started feeling better we would go to a fancy barbershop for a proper shave.
So on Saturday the beard and I had a few words, talked about old times and with a stiff upper lip we said so long and parted ways. I will spare you the details but as shaves go - it was the best ever.
As a side note I will not be able to make the Throwdown as we will be in New York for treatment that weekend. With that said, a friend of mine just opened a Pizza shop in Brooklyn if anyway would be interested in meeting up one weekend.
I have enjoyed our time around this collective digital campfire. I'll see you again soon.