Just had my first haircut with half as much hair as usual. I hadn’t told Robert, my extraordinary hair guru about my condition as yet, but since it’s so obvious when one runs a hand through my hair, I had to tell him. JJ hadn’t arrived yet(he was getting gas and snacks) so I told him, averting my eyes as it us still a very touchy embarrassing subject still, and as I did, I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself. I began crying. I’m tearing up just typing this because I feel so raw and exposed. Robert was wonderful and created a hairstyle around & WITH my bald spots and wispies as I call them, that it turned out beautiful and I have no desire to pull. JJ came in later with wine for us, my puppy in her stroller, Chilis chips n salsa, and funny stories and I was amazed. So amazed I began concocting a way I could thank him later, if you know what I mean. But it never seems enough, in comparison with the queenlike way he treats me. How can I repay his kindness?

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