Ode to the follicles
Up until the end of the 3rd week few people would have known I was undergoing a 6 week course of radiotherapy; even I had been lulled into a false sense of security! The Saturday of the 3rd week of radiotherapy felt like a normal morning. I did normal things: lazy getting up, slippers and dressing gown and plodding downstairs for my breakfast. Normal morning, right? But in one casual brush of my head a normal morning shattered.
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| "I never cared much for hair" |
