Clavicle Is The New Cleavage!

I had my second treatment on a Monday and by Wednesday my hair was falling out in clumps. There are a lot of indignities associated with having breast cancer chemotherapy. I decided that "cancer" was not going to take my hair... I was going to control that one!  My stylist, which fitted me for a wig, was unavailable. So, I called my best friend and told him that he had to shave my head tonight.  I know it was harder on R than it was on me.  He climbed into the bathtub with me and cut it into a crew cut  (it really looked pretty good) and then he shaved it all off. Who knew surgeons could style hair too! We both cried. It didn't bother me that I was bald, it was the reality staring back at me in the mirror.  The reality that I really did have cancer.

It's funny how I've gained a greater appreciation for the follicly impaired.

Being bald is really quite liberating! I can get ready as fast as R now! I love not having to wash and blow dry my hair. It takes just minutes to throw on the wig and presto...R has a new girlfriend! He thinks she is very sexy! However, it does get cold, something I never really understood until now. I wear a do-rag around the house, and to bed and I am very toasty. As always, my baseball cap is my first choice over the wig! The warm shower feels wonderful on a bald head...got to find the silver lining!

30 years...5/29/13 For better or worse & in sickness and in health...by my side!
Happy Anniversary to my amazing husband!

Alex cut 12 inches of her hair off in 2010 to donate to Locks of Love.

In March, she dip dyed her hair pink to help cheer me on.