This morning still held yesterday's warmth with no doubt that it would be heating up again. It's the first day that I can remember that I went from afternoon, through evening and night and into morning with my head completely bare. I was home, so only my family would have seen me. In the usual mad rush to get lunches made, shoes found and boys off to school (the girl, at two and a half often beats them getting dressed, though I did have to veto wearing her fanciest dress to preschool this…

Just another bald woman. Well, I'm not entirely bald, but the few straggly remnants and the white mohawk weren't doing me any good. I got up the resolve to shave it off. The cleaned up look is definitely better, but my initial reaction was just sadness, as if I really had been kidding myself for the past months that my hair would grow back and be OK. Going from a little hair to no hair felt like a big step even if it didn't look like a big one on my scalp.

When I first envisioned…