All My Wires or A Tale of Transportation and Low Blood Pressure.

by Nomes

Can I just take a moment to say how much I love PenRei? Thanks: PenRei, I love you. For so many reasons which would take up a whole novel but the most recent one being the bunny pictures related to hair donation…and the hair donation itself of course.

And now for something completely different: my trip to the hospital in an ambulance.

That’s right, folks, Strugglebot Nomes has done it again! Taking the art of struggling to a whole new level!

It all started this morning, or should I say last night, or should I say Monday… Well really it started when I was born with this curse: doomed to struggle forever. But fast forward to this morning I guess, when I wake up after not quite enough sleep. The cause of which was last night’s soirée with friends (let me specify that I am in O-town currently, having returned to the family homestead for a 3 week break from school). Needless to say there was wine. Ok so I had a few glasses of wine. What of it? There was water involved and food being consumed, so all in all a very tame and responsible night of merriment. Got home around 12:30am, my bad there, but I’m pretty sure that this is acceptable and I’m still a healthy girl in her 20s who doesn’t need to worry about sleeping 9 hours every night or else she FAINTS.

So…yeah. I fainted. On my way to work, this morning, the bus was relatively full, and I was standing/cramming myself between bars and the wheel box (that elevated platform at the front of the bus under which the front right wheel resides). Also I was reading a book (Feast of Crows, 4th in the DELICIOUS Song of Ice and Fire series by George R. R. Martin… I’m sure PenRei will have a review for you once she’s done reading them too. What… you expect me to do book reviews? No that’s the organized half of this team’s specialty:) ) . In any case it occured to me as we approached downtown that I was not feeling a hundred percent, quite nauseous in fact. My headache, which I attributed to dehydration/lack of sleep, started to make its way into my stomach. I felt a pain in my chest which seemed to be anxiety (which I’ve never experienced quite so physically before) and a wave of claustrophobia hit me (also for the first time ever). I tried to smile: using reverse muscle memory to calm myself… Nope! I flashed back to the time when I threw up in the bus a few years back and realized I should probably get off before that happened…but the bus was packed…and I didn’t want to be late for work. “Tough it out, Nomes, just breathe. Put the book down (my sister gets motion sickness in the car, especially if she’s reading), and face the front of the bus. You’ll be fine once you get off. Oh look at that girl, she looks familiar. Breathe. Just bre…..”

Next thing I know, I hear a man say “Oh my god… oh my god.” I open my eyes and my face is pressed against the wheel box, my glasses have left my face and I’m..well.. on the ground. Everyone is looking down at me and the bus driver is asking if I’m okay. We get to the next stop and I get off to just get some air. The man who was saying “Oh my god” follows me and asks if I’m feeling okay. I answer I’m not sure and sit at the bus stop. Well he ended up waiting with me, that gentleman and a scholar. The bus driver did too. He stopped the bus and everyone had to get out and grab the next one, because he wasn’t going anywhere. He got OcTranspo emergency people to come and they in turn called the paramedics. The kindness of all these people just cannot be measured. People are frickin’ fantastic. My sincerest apologies to everyone on that bus that had to wait while the driver assessed the situation, only to get bumped to the next crowded vehicle. All 900 of you. No wait… *blink* 47 of you.

I got into the ambulance, feeling a little better, and they start wiring me up. First it’s the blood pressure (mine was low). Then it’s that finger clamp thingie. Then they checked my heart with half a dozen electrodes on my legs, arms and chest. My dad was luckily headed to the hospital to accompany one of the men he works with to an appointment (my parents are saints, that’s all), so I got the ambulance guys to go to that same hospital. More fantastic people, I tell you. Just lovely.

I admit I used this experience to my advantage and took mental notes for future roles I might play in a hospital setting. Win. So I got to lie on the stretcher as they drove me the hospital and even had some oxygen pumped through my nose. The whole nine yards, man! I felt bad again for making them wait with me as we tried to get a nurse to pay attention to us, once we were at the hospital. I offered to sing to get their attention. Was denied.

Got in to see the nurse and she got me to don the hospital gown of shame. She hooked me to the heart monitor and another nurse stuck a needle in me to take blood samples and left it in, in case they needed to IV me up, and then left in a puff of helpful, caring yet busy nurse-ness.

So I sat. And waited. I needed to get in touch with my dad…and felt like this would be a good time to start learning a monologue for next term, but unfortunately I could not get to my purse as I was stuck in an array colourful wires (which looked a lot like the wires they have in bombs, in movies. Upon seeing them I joked to the nurse: “Oh no.. which one do I cut?!” She was silent. Then she may have chuckled, but it could have been a cough. Awkward.)

So I sat, a long time, contemplating the other patients around. One woman was tied to her bed as she kept thrashing, semi aggressively, and seemed constantly uncomfortable, poor lady. One woman was just sitting in silence in the dark with what could only be considered as a red sleeping bonnet, on. Then there were all the nurses and doctors puttering in and about the central work station. I started playing around with my finger clamp thingie. It looked like a duck from one angle, a donkey from another and an alien from yet another. I should have taken a picture of that, cause now I just sound crazy. In any case, I stored that fun fact in the ol’ attic to use in case I ever need to entertain a kid, were I to, one day, know a child who has to stay in the hospital. Win.

So I finally got a little too bored and decided to try to make something happen; while the doctors and nurses weren’t looking, I grabbed the table next to me, wincing at the pain from the needle stuck in my arm, and tried to manoeuvre it to roll over to my purse and perhaps grab it and drag it back to me. Well, I felt stupid after 10 seconds of that doomed-to-fail attempt, so I put the table back and just asked the next nurse who didn’t look too busy to grab the book my play was in, from my purse. Nice person number 192 today!  When the original nurse came back around she announced that there was an emergency trauma which was keeping the doctor from me. Aaaaand I felt bad again with my silly fainting and low blood pressure, while somewhere else, someone was actually bleeding… Man the hospital is an interesting place.

Skip to doctor coming in, asking me questions, getting me to squeeze his fingers and breathe deeply into his stethoscope, and tell me that I just had a classic “fainting spell” from dilated blood vessels which caused all of my blood to fall into my legs. He recommended I lie down for the rest of the day and drink lots of fluids to restore blood flow and that’s when Super-Daddy arrived to take me home. He knows all about this kind of stuff so spoke to everyone and got all the info and voilà! I am home now. Not before worrying all of my sisters of course, and my mother and a couple of close friends who I informed of my unfortunate yet kind of hilarious situation. Made more hilarious by something they wrote on my chart. Apparently I had suffered from a Syncope/Pre-syncope. In French, “une syncope”, is a medical term as well as a word used in hilarious expressions similar to  “Don’t have a conniption!” or in the famous words of Bart Simpson: “Don’t have a cow, man!”. “Fais pas une syncope!” we would say, and laugh our happy little French heads off. (OOOhhh accidental French Revolution pun. Good for me!) I can finally see “J’ai fait une syncope!”….and mean it.

My final words as I finish this post, will be the same as the last words I said as I left the Emergency Ward with papa: “Oh. How embarassing…”


The Hunger Games: Movie Review

by PenRei

On Tuesday night, besty Douggy Fresh took me to the theaters for a belated Christmas present: The Hunger Games movie. In case any of you forgot or didn’t know that I LOVED the first book of the trilogy, you can check out my book review here. I figured since I reviewed the books, I may as well review the movie.

Douggy Fresh and I waited for the insane wave of tweens to have their movie experience first. The last thing I wanted was to hear a bunch of teenage hormone filled girls gasp every time Josh Hutcherson appeared on-screen, followed by their own running commentaries. It usually ends with me fantasizing punching them repeatedly in the back of the head.

Now, onto the review!

The Hunger GamesI will start by stating that this is a GOOD movie. It’s not a cinematic masterpiece that will propel moviemaking in a different direction: it’s a solid piece of entertainment. The running length is 2.5 hours and it didn’t feel too long. The director Gary Ross (Seabiscuit and Pleasantville) and screenwriter Billy Ray took some liberties in the film, but they were all appropriate and helped to:

a) propel the story of the world forward instead of just Katniss’
b) share important information with the audience that was originally shared in narration
c) create a pacing appropriate for a film

Movies and books are not the same thing. They are both different forms of storytelling, with their own narrative style, pacing, structure, and expression. Straight adaptations from the books usually don’t come across very well. Therefor, it’s important to know what to cut from a film and what to change. Let’s look at the three points I listed above.

A) propel the story of the world
The book is written in first person narrative (which means it’s through Katniss’ perspective with the use of “I”). There are few movies and tv shows that can successfully use that narrative form; the only one I can think of is the show Dexter, and even that isn’t purely first person narrative. The team of The Hunger Games went with an omnipresent narrator that switched between Katniss, Haymitch, Seneca Crane, and the population of Panhem. This allowed the viewers to see more than what Katniss was going through, placing her actions in the bigger picture of what was happening in the world of the film (the beginning of the resistance). With regards to Haymitch, we witnessed the work that he did to try to save Katniss and Peeta, giving us more depth to his character. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the first person narration in the book and wouldn’t change it. However the omnipresent narrator was key to the success of the film.

B) Sharing information
The use of Ceasar Flickerman as a medium to share information from the book with the audience was brilliantly done. A lot of information in the book is told through Katniss’ narration, which would have been a disaster in the film (thank you Gary Ross for not having narration). A prime example are the tracker jacker wasps. In order for the audience to know why they are so dangerous, Gary Ross had Ceasar Flickerman speak to the camera as a host to a live show and explain what they were. Small moments such as these really helped to close the gaps of knowledge for those who haven’t read the books.
A few scenes with Seneca Crane helped to amplify the dystopic nature of the film. His conversations with President Snow, interviews with Ceasar Flickerman, and direction in the control room proved how the tributes of the Hunger Games were no more than pawns meant to please and control a population. As a result, the obstacles Katniss faced in the arena were even more painful, since someone was deliberately trying to eliminate her as if she was no more than a chess piece.
I’d like to just take a moment to give the team an applause for the action in the control room. As someone who has worked in both live and reality television, they got it spot on.

C) Pacing for the film
It’s hard to go into this section without giving away too much detail of the film, but I will do my best. A lot of small details and scenes were removed from the book to make way for new scenes outside of the arena; this saved time and kept a flow to the film. One prime example is that in the book, Katniss struggles to find water; she nearly dies of dehydration. I loved this part of the book, mostly because I’m so sick of reading about people who go on epic adventures or have to survive and never seem to hydrate or eat. Collins did a phenomenal job writing that into the book, but since it wasn’t key to the story, the filmmakers made a wise choice to scrap it. After all, this isn’t a movie about man versus nature, but of man versus man.


Let me just start by saying that Jennifer Lawrence was phenomenal! They made the best choice by casting her in the role of Katniss. She owned it!

Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss Everdeen

Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss Everdeen

What I loved so much about Jennifer Lawrence was her ability to evoke a lot of emotion subtly in the film. Lawrence portrayed a teenage girl who had to grow up fast due to the circumstances surrounding her life in District 12 (such as the accidental death of her father when she was a child). Much like the excellently written exposition of the book, Lawrence’s portrayal was so credible that you knew everything you needed to know about her character before she is sent to the Capital. To name just a few, inner-strength, patience, self-reliance, resourcefulness, doubt, fear, and resentment were all present in the first part of the film with minimal dialogue. There is a reason why Lawrence won an Oscar for the film Winter’s Bone. Despite Hunger Games being a teenage film and not one of Oscar-hype, she delivered and worked just as hard. After seeing her in Winter’s Bone, X-Men: First Class, and The Hunger Games, I can safely say that Jennifer Lawrence is amongst the most talented young  American female actresses. I’m honestly not even worried about typecasting for her; she’s so talented that she’ll continue to show us just how much she can do.
Can I just say how amazing she was during the reaping? The actor for her sister was fantastic too, but Lawrence demonstrated her strengths as an actress. TEARS!
The only relationship that I didn’t fully buy from the film was the one between Katniss and Rue. Yes, the film already had a running length of 2.5 hours, but there wasn’t enough time for us to feel a real friendship between them. Maybe the scenes were shot but cut due to running time. Extended edition maybe?

Alongside Jennifer Lawrence was Josh Hutcherson. He did a good job, but his acting was not on the same level of Lawrence.

Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark

Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark

Hutcherson tried, he really did, but the acting gap between him and Lawrence was only made more obvious in the scenes where they are in the cavern. Lawrence’s reactions were subtle, honest, and well-placed within the context of the film. Hutcherson lacked subtlety most of all. In my opinion, I completely forgot I was watching a teenage film until Hutcherson’s puppy face and scripted love acting came into play. It wasn’t bad; it was just on the acting level of teenage romance films (while Lawrence took it a few steps further).
Not specifically related to Hutcherson, but I was upset that during the romance scenes, a very important detail regarding character relationships was omitted. Not only is Katniss pretending to be in love with Peeta to impress audiences (thus helping her survive), but during those moments she’s thinking of Gale. In the book, it makes these scenes more painful to read and amplifies that the lies do have a negative impact of her and Gale. When I mentioned this detail to a friend who hadn’t read the book, she said that she had absolutely NO IDEA that Katniss was thinking of Gale. I believe this small detail to be important for the 2nd and 3rd films to help ease into her relationship/friendship with Gale.

Woody Harrelson was a key actor to put in this film. He was the only casting choice that I initially had reservations about. It had nothing to do with his acting skills because he has done some fantastic work (Natural Born Killers, The Thin Red Line, and No Country For Old Men), but I was hoping for someone less known and more scruffy looking. I was so happy to have been proven wrong.

Woody Harrelson as Haymitch

Woody Harrelson as Haymitch

Harrelson not only did a great job (as usual), but didn’t take too much shine or screen time away from main character Katniss (Lawrence). He is playing a supporting role and that is exactly what he does; he uses his skills to create a character there to support the story and main character. I have to give a hats off to the acting between Harrelson and Lawrence. They both did such a phenomenal job of never outshining each other, but also laying out all of the foundations to build the rest of the relationship between the characters. It was acting work that will give further credibility to the next films if they (including the director) can keep such high quality work.

Lastly, this section would not be complete without a special mention to Stanley Tucci.

Stanley Tucci as Ceasar Flickerman

Stanley Tucci as Ceasar Flickerman

There is not much to say about him except “Congratulations for your versatility as an actor, for your commitment to your roles, and the craft you present to us on-screen”. No one else could have played Flickerman and we, the audience, completely forget that Stanley Tucci is with us. He portrayed everything that was good and bad about the Capital with an ease to be studied by those seeking a career in acting.


Now I know most people don’t really care about this stuff, but I do, so I’m going to write about it (I’m that person who watches the Oscars and asks people to shut up during all of the technical categories).
First off, what was going on with the camera in the first part of the movie? I mean, seriously guys? Handheld telephoto lens with fast editing during introductory shots of District 12? Did you really think we’d be able to fully understand what we were seeing and avoid early onsets of vertigo?! I don’t know who made this choice, or why the director and producers stuck with it. Introducing a set and atmosphere that does not require action scenes should be done with a steadier camera and give us the time to absorb the state of the people in District 12. I’m not saying that it was completely absent, but it would have benefitted from say, perhaps a handheld camera with a 35 mm lens instead. (For you non-techies out there, I basically just suggested to use the same camera technique but with a lens that won’t make you dizzy.)

However, I did find that there was merit to this style during the action scenes in the arena. One thing that I was very hesitant about was the translation of the violence in the book to the screen. To me, there is a huge difference between reading about violence among youths versus seeing it in front of me. I was apprehensive.

Luckily, Gary Ross and his camera team did a phenomenal job of keeping the violence without ever really showing it. What do I mean by that? Well, there were action scenes, but none of the killing blows were shown on screen. Gary Ross and his team made the conscious decision to cut away at the moment a final blow is delivered, or use the extremely shaky-jerky camera movement so that we could never really see what happened. This allowed room in the film for violence without showing it (it’s either too fast or we cut away from it). Despite some people not enjoying the downplay of the violence in the film, I found it to be a very responsible move on behalf of the director, producers, and studio.

First of all, this is a PG rated movie. In Canada, that means that parental guidance is ADVISED, but there is no age restriction, simply a warning that some materials might not be appropriate for a younger audience. Of course, the studio knew that kids 10 years and up would probably want to see the movie, even though the book is not written for their age demographic. So their solution was to remove/hide aspects of violence. Thus, they don’t lose that audience age group and are able to make more money.
On a more social level, we already hear about violence among youths in and out of school and how it’s a serious problem. It is the parents’ responsibility to inform their kids about the things they see in television and theatres. Alas, we don’t live in a perfect world and some youths are unfortunately negatively influenced by these medias (even if the consequences are accidents and unintentional). To get to my point, hiding the violence without shying away from it demonstrated a level of creativity and responsibility on behalf of the filmmakers. I am 100% in agreement to their creative choices and would like to remind all those who are above 18 and who saw the movie to remember that this is a book for TEENAGERS, NOT FOR ADULTS. Deal with it!


All right, I’m done talking about this movie (not really, but this is already too long). Plus, it took me a week’s worth of breaks at work to write this, so it’s time for it to be posted.

I hope everyone had an awesome weekend!

Donating Your Hair to Cancer: Why I started and why I still do it

by PenRei

For the last 7 years, I’ve been donating my hair to cancer. It’s a very long process and does entitle an amount of work on my end, but I feel it’s worth it. Today is the 3rd time that I’m donating my hair to cancer to help patients dealing with this extremely serious disease and the repurcussions of chemotherapy.

I wish I could give you another one of my fun history lessons about how donating hair to cancer began, but I wasn’t able to find enough (reliable) information on the internet to share with you. History lesson fail!

Instead, I will tell the (short) story of how and why I decided to participate.

First time:
Naturally, I was graciously born with great hair. I have the straight black Asian hair, but the soft fine texture of white hair that doesn’t get tangled. A winning combination I must say! Not many people have easy-to-deal-with hair like mine, so I am very fortunate. The major downsides: you can’t curl it (even with a perm, believe me, I tried) and you can’t dye it without an extreme amount of bleach. Essentially, my hair is like a high maintenance trophy wife: easy on the eyes, but impossible to change – she knows what she wants.

Okay, back on track. For the better part of my life, I’ve heard comments such as “I love your hair” and “I wish I had hair like yours” as well as “you’re so lucky, I’m jealous“. One day, near the end of high school, after one of my good friends wished she had my hair instead of her frizzy hair, I thought to myself “If my hair is so awesome, why am I the only one who gets to enjoy it? There are people out there who need my hair more than me.” In truth, it just didn’t seem fair to me. By then, my hair was already past my shoulders. I was planning on trimming it, but cancelled my appointment to let it grow. A year later, my hairstylist chopped it off, but left enough to do something with what was on my head. At first, I felt kind of sad, seeing the lock of my chopped off hair tied by an elastic band. I hadn’t had short hair since the fourth grade. Luckily, I felt much better once I mailed my hair.

Second time:
As time went by, I started to feel a lot better about my short hair (even if I looked a bit like a teenage Chinese boy). It made me feel good to know that someone who actually needed hair got to enjoy mine. Okay, okay, I’ll admit the praise I got from my friends and family did help to boost my ego and make me feel like a real humanitarian. I’m only human after all. It would be a lie not to state that the shift of others’ perception of me to a more positive light did help.

I decided to do it again. A part of it was about praise, but it honestly was mostly about the fact that someone out there who didn’t have hair would have mine. It wasn’t a cure for cancer, but I figured that on a personal level for someone, it still meant a lot. So I grew out my hair again, taking just over 2 years to reach an appropriate donation length of 14 inches. I didn’t feel the need to share that I was donating it again, although some of my closest friends did ask since my hair had gotten so long.

This time around, because my hair grew straighter and less in layers, I had so much hair that my hairstylist had to make two braids to maximize the length. Twice the donation in one shot. W00t! It happened over the Christmas holidays.

In January, when I got back to work, many people were shocked by the extreme cut in my hair. This time there was even less left behind than before. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to donate it a third time, but decided to just let my hair grow for the moment and see how I felt. After all, a part of me did feel selfish and wanted to start playing around with crazy hair styles.

Third time:
That summer, I went to a friend’s barbecue party. In the span of just 8 months, my hair had gone from ear length down to my shoulders (yes, my hair grows ridiculously fast). It was a mix of old and new faces, but a good vibe and mix all around. I bumped into someone I hadn’t seen since second year university (after my first cut) and he asked me if I was still doing it. I replied that I had done it a second time and I was debating if I would do it again.

At that moment, a girl I had never met sneaked into our conversation and said to me (along these words)

Girl: I couldn’t help but overhear that you donate your hair to cancer.
Me: Yeah I do.
Girl: And you’ve done it twice already?
Me: Yeah I have, I’m thinking of doing it again, but my hair is still too short, so we’ll see.
Girl: (with extreme enthusiasm) I think it’s just so awesome that you donate your hair.
Me: (pulling back a little out of surprise) Uh… thanks! It’s just hair.
Girl: (realizing that she had leaned in too close and was holding my arm) Sorry! I should probably explain myself. I’m a camp counsellor for kids who deal with cancer. You don’t know how important this stuff is to them. They don’t wear wigs at the camp, but we talk about how looking sick makes them feel self-conscious and weak. When they wear wigs, people don’t look at them like cancer patients, but like normal kids, and it really has an effect on their mental state. I just think you should know that what you’re doing is great and that it’s not just hair.

At that moment, I knew I had to do it again. You could joke and say that I was guilt tripped into it, but I suddenly felt that my donations were more important than I had initially thought.

Whether or not I’ll do it a fourth time is up to debate. As usual, I’ll wait a year and see from there. If any of you want to lock a fourth donation out of me, send a couple of kid cancer patients my way and I’ll most likely cave immediately for the rest of my life.

And now, time for before and after pictures of my hair.


Before with Bunny Ears

Before with Bunny Ears


Hair Donation

Hair Donation, 14.5 inches


After with Bunny ears

After with Bunny ears

Shocker! So much is gone, but not lost!

Now that I’ve sufficiently talked about myself, I think it’s only appropriate for me to share with you the steps that I took to take care of my hair. If you’re interested in donating your hair (which I encourage full-heartedly), feel free to follow these steps to keeping your hair healthy. Just remember, everyone has different hair, so do your own research to find out what works best for you.

  1. Do not dye, perm, or put any form of chemicals in your hair. This is the biggest NO-NO you can do. Hair altered by any form of chemicals is not accepted as a donation. They will throw it out immediately. This includes the temporary dyes you can buy at the drugstore. If you’ve permed of dyed your hair, you will unfortunately have to wait until that section grows out and cut it off.
  2. Do not wash your hair more than once every 4 days. It might sound gross, but the natural oils and nutrients from your scalp are suppose to make their way down your hair and keep it hydrated. Dry hair is an easy victim to split ends. If you’re use to washing it every day or two, you’ll eventually get used to the 4 day cycle.
  3. Brush your hair. Okay, this sounds lame, but it is important. Remember those natural oils I mentioned above? Well, brushing your hair actually helps to guide the oils down your hair faster. If you can, brush your hair with a wooden comb. Your natural oils will eventually be absorbed by the comb, thus every time you brush, your hair will come in contact with it.
  4. Do not blow dry your hair. Don’t listen to the commercials about shampoos that say blowdrying is healthy. They are lying! If anything, it damages your hair and makes you more susceptible to split ends. Stay away from blow dryers! Air dry your hair. If you feel that air drying gives you less volume, occasionally run your fingers through your hair as it dries. It makes a difference for me.
  5. Do not use 2 in 1 bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Bottles where the shampoo and conditioner are mixed together do not have the desired effect on your hair. The reason why we use conditioner is to help hydrate your hair, while shampoo washes everything away. Thus, when you put them in at the same time, the shampoo wins and you loose the long lasting hydrating effects of your conditioner.
  6. Leave your conditioner in. After you’ve applied the conditioner in your hair, leave it in as long as you can. The longer it’s in your hair, the better. Think of doing other activities in the mean time (like shaving your legs, ect). Washing out the conditioner should be the last thing.
  7. Beware of split ends. There is only so much you can do with this one. In my experience, follow the steps mentioned above, and when you trim your hair, specifically say that it’s only to get rid of your split ends or else they might take off 2 inches. Eventually though, you’ll have to live with a few to allow your hair to grow. Just be aware of your hair’s state.
  8. Your hair should be in a braid or ponytail tied at both ends. The hair you donate should be clean and dry (not swept off from the floor). If your hairdresser is not familiar with the process, ask them to braid your hair (mine is so thick that it requires two) before cutting it off and to tie it off at both ends with elastics. The same goes if it’s in a ponytail.
  9. The minimum length is 12″ for a donation. Length can vary depending on where you send your hair, but the shortest length listed is 12″. I try to go for 14″ as much as possible since every company I have found accepts that length. If your hair is shorter, they won’t accept it. The reason is simple. Half of the length you donate is used to sew onto the wig. That means that a 14″ donation only equals to a 7″ wig. The longer your donation is, the better.

Well, I think this post is sufficiently long at this point. If you have any questions about donating your hair, feel free to contact your country’s cancer society, or email/comment me. I’ll try to answer as best I can or send you to the appropriate information source.

As for Canada, visit the Canadian Cancer Society here for more information. I have donated my hair to Angel Hair for Kids and Locks Of Love. There are thousands of organisations around the world where you can donate your hair.

With this overly length post, I will bid you all a Happy Easter weekend full of chocolates and delights.

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!

PenRei (your friendly neighbourhood Easter Bunny)