My hair, Part 3

It seems that I have very little hair remaining on my head.  When I mentioned my thinning hair to my sister-in-law last Passover, she suggested that I have it cut.  How dare she!  Despite the fact that it was a well-meaning suggestion, I took offense, and was sorry I brought up the topic in the first place.

Here is a recent photo of me.  You’ll see what I mean:

It doesn’t show in the photo, but I still have my wonderful braid.  So what am I complaining about?  I am happy.  I have my mental health.  I can walk.  I can talk.  I don’t have Tardive Dyskinesia–it looks like it isn’t going to get any worse than just a little tremble in my tongue.  I will be graduating with my MFA in Creative Writing on JULY 12, 2009.  I am 50 years old and my body is only falling apart a little bit, not a lot.  I have the second half of my life to look forward to.  I just found out I’m GETTING PUBLISHED AGAIN – details soon!  So what is the big deal about hair?

Here are the other articles I have written about my hair:

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