Wasn't what I thought it would be

I woke up to a ton of hair on the pillow after last night. Then today hair started just falling out on its own. So, I made the decision to just peel off the band-aid, and shave it all now, rather than let it wilt away and leave a trail of hair behind me everywhere I went. 

Before I talk briefly about today, I want to make clear I don't give a damn about losing my hair for any reason involving vanity. I'd dress like a clown every day for these 6 months if it meant remission. 

That being said, today was pretty unsettling. Any grasp I still had on "normalcy" is gone. 

I know I'm sick, I've felt sick up to this point, but until now I haven't "looked" sick. 

During good days over the past two weeks, I'd walk by a mirror, and forget for a second that I had cancer. Not an option any longer, and I'm not necessarily saying that's a bad thing. It's just another change. 

I can only imagine what this experience is like for a woman/person more attached to their hair--its gotta be really tough. 

Even I, a person who has no connection to my hair (on my head), found myself a bit emotional during the whole experience. Another unique experience to remember. 

Another reminder that this is real. 

Another reason I'm thankful to have a beard. The beard, for now, is holding on strong. I hope that conitinues, otherwise I'll soon be "slightly overweight babyface cancer guy." No one likes that guy. 

Pictures to document the experience:

Thinning

Should have left it like this

Or like this

Heavy stuff all gone...now time to shave it

Go Green

Weird

Still weird

Will take a while to get used to this

Shiny Dome

The finished product.

Time for a shower...just looking at all that hair makes me itch

Weird filter. Tough day.

Bonus pics with my dog Griswold...it took him a second to recognize me. 

 Now I look the part.

I'm "in uniform." 

Now the game can start.