And then there was none… hair that is. One year later…

Sometimes I don’t’ know how to react, or what to say, when others try to console me because they think I’m dealing with cancer. They cheer for me in my races, and they tell me I’m beautiful, and they tell me I remind them of their battle. I usually just smile and say thank you. Only when someone directly asks me about my cancer do I correct them and tell them that I have Alopecia. Most of them don’t know what that is, and most of…