The hardest part: Hair loss.

I'm boldly going where I never wanted to go: I'm chopping my hair off. This is very hard for a girl who has gone her whole life constantly getting compliments for having fabulous hair. I am attached to mine like Marsha Brady. THIS IS NOT AN EASY THING TO DO! But it needs to be done. There is hair all over my apartment - on the floor, in my bed, on my clothes, in my food! Gross. Time to chop it off.

I anticipate hours of crying hysterically. But I will counter that with at least two pints of Ben & Jerry's. Maybe I will throw some chips and popcorn in there, depending on my level of depression.

But wait a second. I've completely let my vanity distract me from the fact that I have cancer... and OVERCOMING cancer! I suppose the hair loss means the drugs are working ;)

Gotta stay positive! Stay tuned for pictures...