I went bald when I was four. As far as ages to get an incurable illness go, four isn't bad. I have photos of silky blonde locks, but don't remember what I lost. I think that's a good thing.

It's pretty much the usual story - bald patch, size of a coin, doctors, comb-overs, blood tests (I still have the toy stuffed cat the red cross people gave be 'cause I wouldn't stop crying for those.) We tried a bunch of stuff - herbs, massage oils, etc. I have to thank my mum, a GP, that she refused… Continue