My fiancée, Cheryl Carvery, is not the first alopecic woman I've dated. Another one of my female companions was also bald, but I had forgotten all about it because my ex always wore a scarf and never made much at all of her baldness because, clearly, she had much deeper concerns.

My ex, whose name was Karen, also had one of her breasts removed due to cancer and constantly battled the disease after being diagnosed in her late 20’s. She endured a mastectomy and a seemingly endless series of chemotherapy treatments for the next three years of her life. A divorced mother of three, she died Christmas Eve 2001.

I thought about all this after reading the following advice on the blog titled the Women’s Hair Loss Project: “Accept yourself, let it go and laugh. You’re not ‘suffering’ from baldness. You’re suffering from sadness brought on by your attitude towards being bald.” Indeed, “If you are bald with no life threatening conditions, count your blessings.”