Thursday was one of the toughest days of my journey so far. Thursday was the day I had been dreading since the very beginning. On Thursday my hair started to fall out. There is nothing you can do to prepare you that. Nothing can prepare you for the first handful of hair you pull out of your head. I cried. I cried the entire day. Seeing my hair falling out of my head made me sad. Feeling my hair constantly on me made me sad. With my hair falling out, I was constantly reminded that I was sick. I prayed a lot for an answer and for peace over a decision as to what I should do. And Saturday I woke up with that peace. So yesterday afternoon I decided to shaved my head. Lots of tears were shed, but I viewed it this way: I was shaving the cancer away. I am not sure how long the little bit of hair I have left will last, but I am so much happier now than I was Thursday- Saturday. Here’s to not letting cancer win this battle!