Eventually my father's cancer spread to his brain. It was the night before his first brain surgery, after begging and pleading we convinced my mother to let me spend the night with him at Dana Farber Hospital. We were able to get away with ordering ice cream, cookies, and other desserts for dinner that night after Mom got home. We stayed up most of the night eating snacks and watching the Harry Potter marathon on ABC Family. When we fell asleep, it wasn't for long, the nurses came into my father's room every hour to take his temperature and vital signs. We woke up curled together on his hospital bed, with a surprising question. One of the nurses entered the room to “prep” my father for the day's events. We didn't expect much, the "preparation" was to shave off all of my father's hair. The nurse could tell that the idea of ​​my father looking different scared me, so she left me the honor of shaving most of his hair. The nurse was right that it made me feel more comfortable seeing my dad's appearance change rather than just showing up one day and he no longer looked like my dad