At the Top of My Lungs: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
Waiting for each hair to go was like death by a thousand cuts.  So on the fifth day of the exodus my husband Harlan got the buzzer and the razor, and I was G.I. Jen.  Up to this point I hadn't felt like a sick person.  Now I looked in the mirror and saw Cancer Girl.
lung hair today gone tomorrow wait hair like death cut   day exodus husband harlan get buzzer razor gi jen   point feel like sick person   look mirror see cancer girl