Wednesday, June 07, 2006
On March 18 (after the first round of chemo), I shaved my head. The wisdom of others (and my own gut) told me that, even though I had very short hair, it would be infinitely easier to have it fall out in bristles than in thick clumps. I was right.
It turned into a bit of a party. Who knew so many people would want to watch me shave my head?
My friend L., who sports a tattoo under that now-conservative hair cut, did the honours. I don't think he was expecting it to be a performance but he took it all in stride. And he donated the clippers. What a guy.
No going back now...
We had a wonderful evening. And I think it made the whole going bald thing much easier for my kids, as well as for me.