My family had a brush with cancer. While all the medical people do what they do, I tried to do the only thing I knew how to do. Offer to be present and be supportive. And hope for the best. As it turns out, the best did happen. Modern medicine is a miracle. And one of my meager attempts at solidarity - shaving my head - lasted almost exactly a year. I think I was bald much longer than the person with cancer. Good for him. Good for me. The hair grew back.