Hair loss, one might imagine, is the least of my problems, but it knocks the confidence. Where once I'd moussed, gelled and spat on the wispy bits, now the hair coats my pillows and floats in the air like, er, floaty hair. They say it will grow back when the chemo finishes. We'll see, but in the meantime I've ordered several bandanas to see me through the thin times, and some wacky wool to knit myself a No-hair-day-chemo-soropti-cap . If they fail, it's looking like a buzz-cut.Pic on right is me with hair. Can't quite bring myself to snap the new baldy me at the mo.
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