Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Some background first.

I was diagnosed with diffuse large b-cell lymphoma in mid-November. It's a common form of blood cancer. You can read about this here.

The doctors in my world have promised a lot and, thus far, they’ve been very accurate. They promised a healthy dose of chemotherapy and the adjuncts. They promised “the mogul” between my eye and nose would “melt” and it’s melted, for sure. I'm happy people don't have to look at that.

They also promised my hair would fall out and it’s fallen out in clumps, going pretty much everywhere.

Facing this total absurdity, I went to Ajax Salon and instructed the assembled to shave off everything. They followed the instructions precisely and I now have precisely very little hair. What’s left will likely fall out soon.

People have been so pleasant about my bald pate. I have to feel they’re being genuine and supportive. They’re my friends and I love them.

The doctors also promised my hair would grow back. It might be curly or green or both, at least initially. I’ll take either.

If all goes according to plan, that will happen in mid-May.

Doctors … please keep this promise. I had astonishing hair, especially for a male of my age. I’d like it back, please. And yes, I'm being vain.

But I'm actually really happy about this because it's part of the process moving forward and that means moving toward the end of this thing, hopefully.

My sister set up a Go Fund Me and it’s here. Thank you to everyone who has contributed. Please share as you see fit.