Hairballs

I knew it would come to this: hairballs. Hair fell out on my pillow at night leaving bare spots on my scalp and hair in my mouth. I was like a cat coughing up hairballs...(ack, ack, ack...here it comes...gack-k-k-k).

I could run my fingers through my hair and clumps would fall out. I looked like a fluffy dandelion ready to have all of its seeds blown away.

Time to make the strike. The oncology department has a special tool they use for occasions like this...hair clippers!

I had prepared for this moment at least physically by purchasing a wig in advance. However, I wasn't prepared emotionally.