Fuck This… I’M In Charge!

Big decision day. Inwas planning to do this when it got to the point that it was definitely noticeable. But seeing the amount of hair in my hands in the shower this morning and worrying all yesrerday and last night about WHEN it will happen, decided FUCK THIS! Cancer doesn't get to control everything. I decide when I'm losing my hair, not some fucking disease. Headed to the barbershop now to get it all shaved off. i het to be in charge of this part!

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