Lost Hair

We all knew that this day was coming, the day that I would wake up and there would be a bunch of hair on my pillowcase; the day that hair started to fall out. Well today is that day. I thought I was prepared, no big deal, what's a little hair? So I got a buzz cut. I went to a salon down their street from Carolyn and Reagan's house and they did it for free. On my walk back to the house I got called a dike - nice...some men are such jerks. It will grow back. Yes it will grow back, but is depressing and sad none the less. It is not so much losing the hair that makes me sad, but the realization that I'm sick. Healthy people don't loose their hair in clumps; they don't touch their head then have a hand full of hair. Hair is an accessory and I feel like I've lost my favorite pair of earrings, or left my wedding rings at my in-laws house. I do need to start wearing makeup though, I'm starting to look like I should beat up men and get free drinks at clubs in Montrose. Now that I have my port and am losing my hair my transformation from a normal, healthy, 33 year-old to cancer patient is complete. Now to transform back!