Perfectly Imperfect

 It's 12:15 am and I cannot sleep, I have taken my sleeping pill and yet here I am. So much on my mind. So much has changed since June 2021, you see I have breast cancer, I'm only 51, my hair is starting to fall out, I'm having it cut tomorrow. My neighbor is going to do this for me. You see I have never liked myself with short hair NEVER! Tomorrow it will be short. I keep hoping that I will get to keep most of it, I cannot imagine myself with no hair. I know it's hair it will grow back, it seems so vain to worrying about my hair. I've always kept my hair long and by long I mean half way down my back long. It's kind of ironic how I would complain about my hair being so curly, unruly, frizzy. You know when the humidity is high and you step out side and its instant poof! Why is this such a big deal to me! I mean I'm having my 2nd round of the Red Devil Tuesday, this is potent stuff. And here I am after midnight worrying about how I'm going to look in short...