I started losing my hair three days ago. This morning I woke up with hair all over my pillow, all over my face, all over the place. In the bathroom I took my hairbrush and within two or three brushings, the brush was full of hair. If that weren't aggravating enough, as I was trying to cook lunch, I had hair falling out as I was trying to cook, even though I stood back as far away from the food as I could. I finally gave up and called Willard to take over. It was then I decided that something had to be done. I called Kim, my daughter in law, to see if she could cut my hair. Well, shave my hair off my head would be more correct. So, I'm bald again. Here's to a play-by-play results of my hairs demise.
And so it goes for many cancer patients.
Until next time, God bless and God save.
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