It is official!

I am bald.

Previously, my hair had always been wispy and mostly white.  About 50% of them were gone by today but you wouldn't be able to tell because you could see through the whiteness of the hair and get a cold hard look at my scalp.  The fact of the matter is that when I looked at the mirror, I thought 70% of my hair was gone. In any case, I had the rest of my hair shaved off today. Still, let me assure you that that won't make a nun out of me.  And no, I'm not going vegetarian.  There is certain principles in life that one must never surrender. (I'm only saying this because of that illogical formula in my mind which says Bald = Nun + Vegetarian.)

I've never been bald in my life.  My head feels light and tingly.  I won't be needing any shampoo for the next six months and I'm having my scalp covered with vibrant headscarves. Don't get me wrong.  I've seen some bald headed guys before and their scalp looked pretty homogeneous.  Not so for me.  Where the hair once were, it appeared paler than the rest of my head.  Perhaps in time my scalp will get used to being bald. Perhaps in time, I'll get used to seeing myself bald.  Assuredly, baldness doesn't become me but I looked far healthier.

It is a hard decision, going bald, but a necessary one.  So, I've gone through three big hurdles.  The surgery; the first chemotherapy and going bald.  I am alive.  My appetite is back.  I'm drinking my fruit juices.  And I'm well.  Can anything beat that?