Like a precision train schedule, my hair started to fall out in handfuls on chemo day 18 (as our friend predicted)! The following three days forced me to mimic the role of a shedding dog with hair all over our furniture, my clothes, and my pillow.
Therefore, I took matters into my own hands…literally. A twenty-three minute shower, consisting of constant cranium scrubbing, saw my hair fall out in droves. I finished with a few passes of a razor and voila! Instant villain…ready to take over the world!
From what comic books and movies have taught me is that villains are big, bad, and…bald. While ho-hum heroes have highly manicured coiffures.
Think about it. Lex Luthor. Thanos. Bane. Obadiah Stane. Voldemort. Ernst Blofeld. Vizzini…ok, so he is not completely shorn, but he is follically challenged and knows never start a land war in Asia, though he remains a bit over confident in his Sicilian wit and ancestry…🧐🤢☠️
In reality, the only villain in this scenario is cancer.
It is a whole new world for me living with cancer and without hair. It will be a better world living without cancer. My hair serves as a small sacrifice for life-long rewards!
Twentythree/5 
“So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you!” Hang in there brother!
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