It has now been 2 weeks since my last chemo and the other night my hair decided that enough was enough and it has started to fall out again.  Sexy is not a word I would use to describe myself just now (or ever now that I come to think about it), therefore today I finally bit the bullet and had the remainder of it cut off, so I am now hairless again. While the look may be somewhat drastic it does mean that my mother is not longer laughing at me (quite so much) and that has to be worth it in the long run. My mother believes that if she is too nice to me I may worry that I am actually sick so as long as she treats me the same as normal then there is nothing to worry about.  I can tell you therefore, by that thinking, there is NOTHING to worry about.