At the Top of My Lungs: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
Category: WELLNESS
Waiting for each hair to go was like death by a thousand cuts.  So on the fifth day of the exodus my husband Harlan got the buzzer and the razor, and I was G.I. Jen.  Up to this point I hadn't felt like a sick person.  Now I looked in the mirror and saw Cancer Girl.
By Jennifer Glass, Contributor
Writer, 2013-09-03