Last night Cathy started pulling her hair out in clumps.  I guess we had both thought that it would be more gradual, like the last few days.  Maybe we'd both secretly harbored hopes that it wouldn't really happen - just a little thinning maybe.

It's hard to know what to say as a husband.  I've told her that I love her without hair and I still think she's beautiful.  That doesn't take away the pain of losing it, though.  The kidding about it being like the times that Mo is shedding and you can pull out giant clumps of his fur with a gentle pinch were good for a few giggles, but it doesn't make it come back sooner.  She's predictably tough about it, but it has to be hard when your hair is the shortest it's been in 37 years.

On the bright side - remember, ups and downs - Cathy said that if she didn't have short hair and a port it would be hard for her to remember she's sick.  That's a good sign.  She sings and laughs and does silly things for the kids, like normal.  A few more good days before chemo again on the 9th.  Between now and then she'll have her first hairless swim on the 4th with lots of sunscreen.  I told her she should be really fast in the pool - no need for a swim cap.