Oct 13, 2010

Well today is the day I thought I had been dreading from the very start. The only thing that made me cry at the very beginning of all this. The loss of my hair. Yes today I am bald, chrome dome, cue-ball, baldy, and it was so anti climactic. It started coming out on Saturday while I was still in the hospital. I was feeling better physically and emotionally and it just didn't phase me like I thought it would. Last night I pulled about 2/3rds of my hair out just by running my fingers through it. I kinda got obsessed with it. This morning after I took a shower, where even more came out, I hacked most of the rest of it off with a pair of scissors and then had Daniel get out the clippers. Buzz and viola no more hair. I was actually laughing while I was cutting it. It looked kinda cute before Daniel took the clippers to it. So, what I thought was going to be a big emotional deal really didn't turn out that way. I guess I was just feeling too good about being home and feeling better every day to let that bring me down again. Will it hit me later? Maybe, but for now things are good. I donned my bandanna, the one that God put in my path when I was taking  a walk up at Pinecrest, and went on with my day.