Legends of the Follicle

After months of impatient waiting, I can finally see a field of tiny hairs growing on my scalp. It's very soft like baby hair, and some friends find it fun to run a hand over my dome to experience the downy feel. In the wake of surviving my chemo experience (not to mention cancer), one pal recently threw an “Alive and Well” party in my honor; so many people attending were stroking my fuzzy head, I felt like a one-man petting zoo.