I finally had to admit that I had a problem when a student told me the other day, "Hey! I like your mohawk!" Seventh graders--gotta love 'em. I thought my hair on the top covered my completely bald rest of my head, but apparently denial only works on me, and not others. Sigh. So. I went to the doctor, who sent me to a dermatologist. Nine tubes of blood and one cup of pee later I still feel just as bad. My hair was always my best feature. Now, at 46 when everything else is starting to "wind down" a bit, I have to lose my hair, too?! Although I haven't missed having to shave my legs at all. Trade offs. I feel very uncomfortable and exposed. Insecure and sad. Scared. Worried. Guilty about feeling so bad when its "just hair". (blink blink)