Well, it’s gone. My hair. I am bald. Really doesn’t feel that bad. In fact, I think I really like it. My scalp feels like it is finally breathing. It is tingling and I am enjoying experiencing all of the sensory overload. Just think, covered by all that hair forever and now exposed. I know I will have to be careful in the sun but it is fun feeling the coolness. It is like having my own personal breeze right on top of my head. Sylvia and Cheryl rubbed my old bald head yesterday and I have never felt anything like it. It was wonderful.

When I got home last night the only dog that seemed to notice was my sensitive guy, Zipper. I looked at him and he looked at me: ears up, head cocked to the side. “Hey, Zipper.” He looked and just focused on my head with a very puzzled look. “Hi, Zipper.” This time he seemed to relax and I think I saw him smile.

I washed my hands this morning and ran the cool water over my head. Wow – amazing. I think inside I am feeling very much like all those cells and nerve endings on the top of my head. Every experience new, exciting – and good. I know that just like with the little cells on my head, I need to be careful. I need to watch for things that might harm me, but not hide under a cap or scarf. Just put it out there for the world to see.