Hair today…gone tomorrow

Being the vain  creature that I can be, one of the contemplative things I dealt with early on was going bald. Ironically, even before my diagnosis, I had  been speaking to Hans about when I would be “old enough” to go gray, so the thought of cutting my hair short or losing it entirely was not terribly upsetting. In fact, I had already scoped out a very nice wig salon in Tampa. As it turned out,  my hair thinned out but did not entirely fall out. That is not to say that I don’t have significant hair loss as evidenced in my brush each morning. I am left with only half the volume in my ponytail, so it is time to cut it off. . So what’s a gal to do? Order some big fake scissors and make a photo op out of it of it! Claire and Caro tried to help but ultimately it was the talented Sondra from West Avenue Salon who gave me the perfect pixie!