Yesterday my hair was noticably falling out. So, over sheets of newspaper in the bath I used Brett’s beard clippers and gave myself a number 3 haircut. I look like other chemo patients now. You can feel the cool air on your scalp, and the prickly hairdo is nice to rub. I just went for a walk to the local post office, which is nestled into the Royal Brisbane Hospital. I got the I’m looking at you, trying not to look at you stares. It’s humbling to be on the side of the ‘cancer patient’ with no hair look.