I'm not a vain woman. I'm not "into" hair and makeup and such. But I was worried about Griffy's hair. He is a hair twiddler. It was his way of comforting himself. What would he do if it fell out?

One afternoon, it was snowing so my Hubby was out plowing snow (He is a landscaper) Griffin and I were sitting by the window watching the snow fall. As we were sitting there, I noticed his hair was falling out, slowly, softly, just settling around his shoulders and on my shirt. I started crying and hugging him tight. This was the first sign we had that he was REALLY SICK. This hit home, I can't hide from it, Cancer was looking me right in the face. As we sat there, he started sucking his thumb and twiddling his hair, he wrapped the hair around his finger, it came out in one big knot, still wrapped around his finger, he started getting upset, not knowing what was wrong. It was more than I could handle...I booked a salon appt the next morning. Becky my hair dresser saved curls for me that I saved in my wallet. I still have a lock of his hair in there. Helps me remember, keeps me humble.