I am bald again

This morning I woke up and found out that part of my bangs were gone.  I took a shower and a few clumps of hair came out in my hand when I washed it.  I have been waiting for this so it was not a surprise.  Baldness has never been a worry for me....if I was to lose a limb I would worry.
  I wanted my hair gone because the thought of having it fall out in clumps was depressing.  John said when he got off work he would shave it.
  I emailed and texted friends to see if they knew of someone who could shave my hair.  In the small town we live in, all the salons were closed because it was Monday.  So I spent the day being cranky and painted.  Time seemed to slow down as I waited for 5pm to arrive and John would be home.
  After dinner, I asked if he would shave my head.  He had already set up a mini station out in the garage.  The first cut felt wonderful.  I was no longer a slave to my hair but the freedom of baldness was at hand.
  I took pictures of the process.  It made me happy as each piece of hair fell to the ground.  Reaching up and touching my bald head felt great.   Being in control of my destiny was heaven.
  At the end I touched my head and got a wonderful kiss from my husband.  The baldness was a badge of honor.  I am a cancer warrior.  I am in control of my future....Score is Cancer zero and I am up by ONE!!!