It was tough, but today...I did it. I shaved it. My hair's almost gone for the first time since High School. It kind of feels good, but at the same time I feel like my head weighs next to nothing, and there're some hefty bald spots on it, but nonetheless, I don't have to wear a scarf (the birthday hat's not gonna cut it either), and for that, I'm more than pleased. Because as you see, I don't want to just be a cancer victim. This cancer's just a trial that's happening to me in my life right now. I'm dealing with it as anyone deals with anything difficult: one step at a time. The scarf would make me more of a victim, and I'm not a victim. I'm just a guy.
There are eight more radiation holes left in my proverbial radiation belt. It's come and gone rather quickly. The whole fourth surgery put a bit of a wrench in the works, but I got through it, and now here I am. Lately, I've noticed that I need to have more time to be able to get more done (I'm so glad that I actually feel this way rather than just being tired, throwing up, and having whole-body aches). Two to three hours midday really confounds the flow of time. In the next few weeks I'll be able to do much more.
Now I have to figure out how to take the next step...
