So I cried like a baby this morning.  In my defense, it was coming out in huge clumps.  You think you’re prepared, but you’re not. I think when it was just barely falling out I could pretend that I didn’t have cancer.  Ok.  I never forget I have cancer.  But now every time I look in the mirror, I’ll see it.  Every time my daughter looks at me, I’ll see it.  Ok.  Pity party over.  I will shave my head today.