The Exodus. October 4.

Here’s what they don’t tell you in chemo-school. Once your hair is ready to fall out, it falls our ALL AT ONCE. I entered the shower with my GI Joe hair, and left with only a few bristles standing. I’m not exaggerating. Perhaps my hat had been holding everything in place, but there was a sudden, well-executed, mass exodus of the bristles. The remaining few I shaved off.

In a cruel twist of fate, and after fully examining my big egghead in the mirror, I discovered a new black chin hair. Interestingly, my moustache also remains fully intact.