10 in. of hair donated to Cancer…Thank you Michelle TenHave


When I first learned about Kimberley’s diagnosis, I was upset, scared and sad. I’ve only known Kimberley for 3 years, but the impact that she has made on my life in just 3 years is huge. She has always been a great inspiration, mentor, friend and boss. After Kimberley found out that she had to get chemo treatment and that there was a possibility that she may lose her hair I decided to do something for her that might help someone during this time. Being a girl, our hair is an accessory when preparing for the day, so I can only imagine how it would feel to know that hair loss might occur during this already difficult time. Kimberley is always trying to help the next person in any way she can and as she tells her story to the world she will continue to help the next person who might experience what she has. To me, cutting 10 inches wasn’t a huge deal. It’s just hair, so giving it to someone who could benefit from it makes it all worth it. Kimberley would do anything to help someone so I would do anything for her. This time next year, it’ll be long again so I’ll have to just cut it again so I can continue to help the next person.

I was a young man so it had to be something other…

Greg Baiden (Diagnosed at 28)  Robotics Entrepreneur – Penguin Automated Systmes Inc.

It was June 1987. I was fresh out of Queen’s University having just completed my Master’s in Engineer­ing. I was young, recently married, new job, playing hockey and ready to take on the world. My story starts with a round flat lump under my nipple that felt like a quarter. I figured it was noth­ing. I told my wife Sharon, a nurse, and we talked about getting it looked at. I almost didn’t bother, but there was a clinic in my office building, so I decided to pop in to see the doctor on a whim! What a fateful decision! Dr. Cox was great. He referred me to Dr. Flaherty for a lumpectomy to check it out. Following the surgery, Dr. Flaherty came in with Sister Aileen to talk to us. We were told….it was breast cancer. I remember being surprised, because men don’t get breast cancer.”  Once we were over the shock, things accelerated. Treatment was a radical mastectomy and it was scheduled for the next day. I barely remember thinking or feeling anything other than fear and worry. I remember coming out of surgery; Sharon was waiting for me. I felt OK and we felt this was behind us. Discharged with drainage tubes, pain medication and follow-up appointments, we started on the jour­ney to recovery together. Follow-up of routine scans revealed “dark spots” on my pelvis and skull. Possible metastasis to the bone? I remember thinking more surgery and treatment to survive. After speaking with the doctor, the solution was to go home and wait for three months, come back for scans and see if the size changes. The next three months were dread­ful. All I could do was think about was what was going on. Was the cancer spreading all through me? After three months, no change. So, for the next five years every three months the scans were repeated to track the rate of change. Months passed, I worried and wondered. Sha­ron, although equally worried secretly, kept my spirits up and reassured me. After five very long years, there was no change in any of these markings – probably just a few scars from being bumped around in hockey. I needed no further treatment.I was fortunate. I wish everyone that luck! What one typically considers to be a “woman’s disease” is not. I am a lucky rare statistic. It happened to me and could happen to any one of you. Through the eyes of a man, the experience was just as terrifying and as horrible as anyone can imagine. This disease affects us all. Fathers, mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters are all vulnerable.