Monday, 31 October 2011
Attended a fashion show in Manila, where I was introduced to T - a former fashion model who is currently undergoing chemotherapy for breast cancer. (She was bald and proud and looking absolutely fantastic. I successfully fought my urge to spit on her.) She still has one more session of Taxol to go, yet she has much more hair than I. Uh-oh. Worrywart that I am, I am now convinced that my hair will not grow back fully and I will have to spend the rest of my life with a Friar Tuck hairdo. Because of this silly paranoia, I keep rubbing my head, hoping to find ANY evidence of hair growth. LH is getting cross, saying that whatever hair growth I may have will get lost to the constant rubbing. I'm hoping that on the contrary, it will work more like a massage, and actually stimulate growth...
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