Goodbye...

My hair may have survived the first time I went through cancer, but I wasn't so lucky this time! On the 13th ( Ya lucky number right!!) I woke up feeling pretty good. That night we were headed to California for the funeral. I did my morning run down. The chemo fog had left, my nausea was FINALLY gone, my mouth didn't taste like I was sucking on a ball of rusty metal, and my hair was still attached to my head! I ran my fingers through my hair and a few pieces came out. Nothing to sweat over.  Then I got ready and brushed my hair. 

This "big" chunk came out and I started to panic. I knew my fate was near. I would be a cone head in a few days. So I began to think smart. I thought I would wash my hair today because the next day it would be even more delicate then it was. I ran the shampoo through my hair and I was all of a sudden in a crime scene. I looked at my hands in shock. It was covered in hair. Just like that my hair was rapidly falling out of my head. After my head was dry, I knew it was time to shave it. I lost a good half of my hair and 80% of it was from the top.... so no hiding it. 

I called my good friend Kylie to quickly come over ( Sandy was at work and couldn't get away) She helped me shave my hair AND shaved her head too ( Ya I have an AWESOME friend! she is the best) 

 Later Kylie's Husband came over to join in on the fun:) ( It was so nice to have support. I don't know what I would do with out them!)