When I was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2011, I knew I was headed for a tough road.
I needed surgery, chemotherapy and a few months of radiation treatments before I would be discharged from the hospital.
But in the end, I was blessed with an amazing doctor who cared about my medical needs and made me feel at ease at the end of treatment.
He also treated my beard like it was my own personal thing.
In fact, it was his beard.
The doctor shaved it and took pictures of me in the operating room.
I was relieved and in awe of his knowledge and skill in facial hair removal.
I remember when I got home, I got a letter from my beard donor who had been waiting for years to meet me at the airport.
It was a long, long wait for a bearded man.
My beard was a gift from my doctor and a gift to me.
I don’t think he had to do much to earn my respect.
He was just a good man.