It's not a lot,but it is coming out in chunks. I noticed it while taking a shower this morning, so I'm sure the drain is partially clogged by now.
This is like part of the final frontier for me. I could kid myself into thinking maybe this wasn't real or maybe I wasn't that sick. Or maybe I would handle things better than I did last time. But I was wrong. Losing my hair and losing my breasts will be the final kick in the butt that tells me I'm not ok. I've hit the first milestone. It will be a while before I have to face the next one.
I'm going to have to start wearing caps so I don't shed everywhere like a dog.
When I was younger, my cousins used to call me Mrs Clean when I finally went bald. It was funny then and we all laughed. I don't know if my sense of humor is as sharp as it used to be. I don't know if I can handle that kind of funny.
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