The chemo drugs used to treat colon cancer are supposed to cause "thinning" of the hair rather than complete hair loss, but, not to split hairs,* at some point the difference between thin and gone is pretty hard to find. It seems I crossed that point sometime yesterday. Regardless, given how mangy my head looked, I decided it was time to trade the clippers for a razor.
It's a very strange thing to not have any hair on your head. I assume I'll get used to it eventually, but right now it's really distracting. I've always had this habit of touching my head, and now every time I do I get this weird, what the heck happened to my head?, shock.
But I suppose it could be worse.** Sib4 tells me that I don't have an oddly shaped head, or any freakish bumps or anything, so I suppose I can claim I'm doing it for fashion -- well I could, if there was anything else about me at all that qualified as fashionable. Sadly, fashion has never been my strong suit, as you can see pretty clearly here:
I'm just a bald guy in a shapeless and colorless sweatshirt.
The handsome guy next to me is one of my nephews. I suckered him into the picture because I have one somewhere of the two of us taken about a dozen years ago -- when I had a lot more hair and he had a lot less height -- and I thought it would be fun to post a set of before and after shots. Of course, I can't actually find the before at this point, but if it turns up in the next few days I'll add it.
* Ba-duh, bum.
** And this doesn't even begin to deal with women undergoing treatment who have to respond to hair loss. Men have it easy managing this compared to women.
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