Well this weekend went by without my breaking down again. Don't get me wrong...it was very much on my mind. However, I chose to accept it. No other choice really. Sure I could moan and groan and cry about it, but where would that get me? There are a lot worse things out there. That's what I keep telling myself anyhow, to get through. :)

I told another co-worker today about it, while in earshot of someone who I always thought of as well, not so much heartless, but who didn't really care about people, KWIM? Anyhow, I was telling her about how I could lose my hair at any time. And he turned and said 'alopecia right'? I responded yeah. And he asked if mine was brought on by stress. And I said yeah it seemed so. He said you know the cure to not being stressed? Just be happy. Which got a chuckle out of the both of us.

I also have a friend at work, who knew about the patches. But I told her how it could go, and she was like 'wow, I don't think I could deal with that. My hair is so important to me. " I thought hmmmm...well thanks for the encouraging words. And secondly...uh, it's just hair, like seriously. Sure, it's hard to cope with, and is depressing....but at least I'm healthy.

Which has taught me that you can never know how people will react, regardless of what you thought of them and your relationship with them.