I woke up this morning in a very bad mood. It took forever for me to fall asleep last night because of the steroids they gave me yesterday during chemotherapy. When I finally did start to fall asleep I started to get extremely nauseous. I woke up exhausted, nauseous and my scalp was hurting. I went to brush my hair and the hair just wouldn't stop coming off of my head. So I asked my sister Laura to come over and shave my head. We went to the upstairs bathroom which has the best lighting. I stood in the tub and she shaved my head. We both began to cry right before she actually started to shave it off. My hair is gone. It's over and done with. I'm relieved to not have to worry about it any more. I don't like the way I look and I don't like the way it feels but it is what it is. I've had such a deep fear of how I will feel to have people see me without hair. I've decided to just go ahead and post pictures of myself and maybe just knowing that people have seen the pictures will make it easier for me to be seen in public. Here they are. The pictures were taken right after my head was shaved. I hadn't looked in the mirror yet and I wasn't happy at all.