
My hair is just not going to fall out. I’ve mentioned before how totally unlikely this scenario is, considering the fact that my hair started to jump ship around age 15, but somehow I’ve managed to be the Richard Gere of chemotherapy and keep what was left of my hair.
Damn! I was really looking forward to seeing what I looked like without any hair. I’ve never had the guts to skin my own head, so I thought this would be a great opportunity to see what it would look like – and then if it looked really bad, I could just blame it on chemotherapy and triple the sympathy!
As that didn’t work out, I decided just to take matters into my own hands. While I used to be shy, or scared, of doing something as caustic as shaving my head, I am no longer scared of such silly things.

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