So, one night about two weeks into my chemotherapy my hair started falling out.  A lot.  So much so that I had significant, noticeable bald patches and a (justified) foreboding that left to it's own devices it would fall out in public at awkward times.  Therefore, it all had to go.  Le sigh.

Say goodbye to the hair.  It wasn't super-fabulous, but at least it
was always there when I woke up in the morning and I didn't
have to go looking for it before I left the house...

Here is the amount of hair that ended up in the sink just from running
my fingers through it before I decided to shave my head...

When I found out I was going to be receiving chemotherapy my parents
were nice enough to give me my grandmother's clipper set that they'd inherited.
If you have to shave your head at least it's nice to do it with adorable,
vintage-style pink clippers...

This is not such a good look for me... I don't think I'll keep it...

This one is not much of an improvement...

It looked like so much more hair when it was all on my head...

I don't have to worry about my head getting cold at night... Shin-Shin
and Momo are more than happy to sleep on it for me to keep me warm...