...or not. I've had alopecia for almost 20 years. Small spots mostly...the hair grew back and then some before falling out somewhere else. I was lucky, or so I thought...to have kept my hair that is...until recently when it began to fall out by the brushful. Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise.
I've been lurking the last few days. Reading your posts, your blogs, and the thoughts you chose to share. I understand the courage it takes...to refuse to let yourselves be distracted by an illness . You see, I have neurological sarcoidosis, another autoimmune disorder. The docs say the AA is not related. Guess it really doesn't matter. It is what it is.
The majority of what was once my long, thick pony tail now resides in the drains. I've plunged the shower and sink so many times that I've lost count. It's a losing battle. The hair goop, thinning hair and comb over are no longer a match for the evergrowing patch of bare skin on the side of my head. Sadly, my eyebrows and part of my beard have headed south on a sympathy strike. To add even more excitement, I found a small cousin of "Mr Soft as a baby's backside" taking up residence on the other side of my head this morning. He had his bags and looks as if he plans on staying awhile. Suppose he'll want a spot to call home. If he clears as much as his cousin, the hair will be gone from more than 1/2 of my head. I have the razor is at the ready. Somehow shaving my head seems less intrusive if it is my choice...
My only hope is that in the days to come that I may be as strong as some of the wonderful kids I've read about...and as confident as the ladies who know that true beauty lies within.
Peace, Tony