They remind me of the baby-chick hair Toby had after the chemo. This really fine hair started growing in before the normal hair. My brother had leukemia and died five years ago. I have a friend who s getting chemo right now. There is something going on here.
Nobody talks about it, but there is something going on.
When my brother Rich s hair fell out, he looked exactly like Mahatma Gandhi. I remember him in the hospital bed, with those round glasses balanced on his long nose and his skinny arms hooked up to IVs. We didn t want to mention it how much he resembled the frail old activist. I joked along with him, though it terrified me to laugh at the cancer, to laugh at my brother withering before me. I thought it would jinx us.