Bald by choice.....

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Something I neglected to mention in my most recent update: I have no hair! Some of you know that my SIL, Dottie, was diagnosed with a brain tumor last summer. She went through all the radiation and chemo concurrently, but had little hair loss beyond what was removed for the surgery. She has to take additional chemo, at almost three times the dose of the first round, for five days, every four weeks, for the next year. The first triple dose session caused Dot's hair to fall out in big chunks, so she had me cut it all off for her Thanksgiving weekend. Li'l Bro & I took the clippers to our own heads, too. I just couldn't let Dottie be the only bald bit-ch in the room! Come New Year's, it was time for a trim. After using the clippers to get down to the skin, I realized that my statement, "we shaved our heads", was inaccurate - we had only clippered our heads thus far. So I got out the Barbasol and my trusty Venus razor, and got busy! First of all, let me say that shaving one's head is a truly weird experience! I have only shaved pits and legs in the past, and I never knew that you can HEAR when there's no more hair when you're shaving your head. I also never knew how damned difficult it is to shave even a very short patch of thick hair. My leg hair is kinda sparse, and comes off first pass most of the time. On my head, the hair is fine but grows rather thickly. I got razor burn in more than one spot, trying to get it all! I have found being hairless to be quite liberating, I kinda like it! The only thing I don't care for is being mistaken for a survivor. I'm quick to point out that I'm bald by choice, but my SIL isn't - she's the one next to me in a wig. We get some pretty odd looks, sometimes.