It's unavoidable. With cancer, you do talk about hair. Anyway, it's back. I do not like it one bit. It has come back a big mess, with curls that are just wrong. Maybe, it's still too short to be so decisive. I hung on to the scarf for a while, but then Reuven put me under a lot of pressure to remove it (claims he likes the hair - what a joke!) and then, my doctor simply pulled the scarf off my head to 'take a look'. In public. Well, the secret was out and so I had to face up to the awful truth.
I am avoiding mirrors like the plague.
I know that mainly the S Africans will understand when I say that I feel like a karakul sheep. My dear P in Cape Town said: Haai Bokkie: forget about the antiques and let's go into making coats. I haven't stopped laughing.
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