Bald...with peach fuzz

yesterday I tried styling my hair. I discoverd no styling around bald patches. So I called an old friend who has a salon and told her what was happening.....she asked me to come to her shop a.s.a.p. Marissa and I arrived with brave faces....and the shearing of my head began. Will not lie...a few tears were shed. We learned how to tie a scarf over my peach fuzz head and called and ordered some head coverings from the cancer society. Marissa headed for Jackson and we went to our favorite antique shop. I didn't feel wierd being out in public with a bald head and scarf. I most likely should not have been out in public with the demise of my immune system but threw caution to the wind and just had a day of normalcy. Later in the day we picked up Jenny and the first thing said is...."mom you are bald"! It was funny. I remembered when the girls were in FFA and they sheared thier sheep....I now know how the sheep felt. Lighter and cooler. I hadn't seen Armando all day.....he had slept most of the day preparing to go to work a graveyard shift. He got up for dinner, we carried on a conversation and he never noticed that my hair was gone. Thirty minutes passed and he came back out to the livingroom.....said "something is missing...oh you don't have hair." " you look pretty anyways" I wonder how long it would take him to notice if I had lost a limb....lol
Showering today was strange...I started to shampoo my hair as normal. Then laughed at myself. Life is funny being bald.