Hair

What is it about hair that defines us, or at least we think it defines us? I didn't think I would be bothered as much about losing my hair as I am. I am more vane than I wanted to admit. Is it because now it's in your face I have breast cancer? Or is it because I am worried what other people will think about how I look? Or is it because I am afraid? All of those seem to be a logical choice for how I feel. In reality, it is just hair. It doesn't really define me as a person. I will be the same person inside without hair as I am with it. And it is only temporary. By mid-November it will be growing back. The positive side, and I think there is always a positive side, I am losing it when it is hotter than hell in Austin. I can get out of bed, wash my little head and put on a scarf or bandana for the day and away I go.

So, by the end of the week I will have to go and get it shaved. This morning was the first day it started coming out. I knew this week would be it as my scalp has been more sensitive the past few days. I guess this starts the next part of the journey.

My next treatment is next Wednesday, after that, only 4 more to go!