Before going to bed tonight I noticed my head was a little itchy... my hair has officially started to fall out. I knew this day was coming eventually but I honestly thought I had more time. Or the small chance that I would not loose my hair at all. As I stared down at the patch of hair in my hands, I couldn't muster a single tear. I hope this means I'm ready. I hope that the next few days will be the same. I hope I will be brave enough to see the new me. Goodbye beautiful hair... goodbye.