Losing hair with laughter and tears – Bonnie Friedman helps chemo patients face losing hair with a sense of humor.
Wednesday, July 1st, 2009Bonnie Friedman wraps her bejeweled fingers around buzzing, zebra-patterned electric clippers and shaves Donna Johnson’s hair to the scalp.
“Is that part too wide?” she says with mock innocence.
Johnson laughs, swallows nervously and tries not to cry.
“Leave it to Bonnie,” Johnson says, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “I knew you’d make this fun, at least.”
This might be one of the hardest days in Johnson’s life. The 52-year-old Austin woman, who is about to embark on a grueling six months of chemotherapy, is here to have her hair shaved off before the breast cancer treatment takes it.
Anyone can shave a cancer patient bald, but admirers say that Friedman — a stylist at Pat Painter’s Wigs and Hairpieces in North Austin — approaches the job with a rarely seen passion that keeps her clients laughing instead of crying.
“She is almost an Austin institution,” said Dr. Beth Hellerstedt, a local oncologist. “Bonnie does an amazing job of providing comfort to patients at the most difficult time.”
For 12 years, Friedman, a self-professed “hypochondriac Jew from Miami” who staunchly refuses to reveal her age, has been hosting shaving parties for women undergoing chemo. Just the sight of her violet and white hair, dagger-long nails and rings on every finger is enough to make her clients crack a smile.
She cuts their hair and fits them for wigs. She has given women mohawks, and she’s let their relatives shave them. She gives them funny buttons and pink cancer bracelets. She entertains them with off-color jokes that can’t be repeated in polite company, much less this newspaper.
“The thing about Bonnie is she is full of energy,” said Runi Limary,director of young survivor services at the Breast Cancer Resource Centers of Texas. “She really brings light and humor to the experience in a very compassionate way.”
Cancer has always been in Friedman’s life. Her mother died of the disease, as did her two aunts. Three cousins and her brother were also diagnosed, but they caught it early enough to beat it. In 1991 — two years after she left Miami to live near her brother in Austin — Friedman had a double mastectomy to prevent any chance of the disease. She later had a hysterectomy for the same reason.
So when Friedman went to work at Pat Painter’s in 1997, she helped market the shop as the prime place for cancer patients to go. And when the clients came, Friedman saw them for what they were: scared women terrified of going bald.
