Sure, my agreeing to have my head shaved by the highest bidder doesn’t help the poor fellow with the brain tumor, which jumped off the screen of the MRI, that just happened to be displayed, while I was visiting my friendly neuro-radiologist. I gulped hard when I saw that angry-looking, irregular, and densely white mass, and then, “Age-48.” Nope, my bald head doesn’t help him.
But on the other hand, not all good deeds are so tangible. A good hospital has a feeling of community–call it a soul. Things like familiar faces, friendly faces, good doctors, and committed leaders, at all levels. Our hospital has these things. (full disclosure: I am a former board member) Here is Pat, a cardiac nurse manager, who won the bid to shave my head. Pat was working as a “seasoned” nurse when I joined in 1996, and some 15 years later, she and most of her staff are still working on that same cardiac unit.
Until my hair grows back, and the novelty of baldness wanes, I am lumped into an admirable fraternity of people whose jobs are to help people feel better. That there is a “Go Bald” campaign, speaks to the ethos of many of our hospital’s,“good people’s.”
P.S. Baldness provides other useful benefits: your head gets rubbed (a lot), riding a bike with a bald head on a warm day feels really good, getting ready in the morning takes 60 seconds less, and I saved some money on haircuts.