We’ve been feeling lucky that my husband has not lost any hair from chemotherapy. But he took a shower this morning and lost a lot of hair down the drain. When he got out, I tugged a little on his hair and a clump came out in my hand. He said, “Don’t tug anymore.” Like that will make a difference. His hair is quite long and I suggested cutting it shorter so when it all falls out it won’t be such a shock. He’s very enmeshed with his hair; it is closely linked to his identity. So along with the nausea and fatigue, I think the hair loss will be a very big challenge for him. And I think for me too, because he won’t look like himself anymore. Chemotherapy isn’t just about physical side effects, but emotional and social side effects as well. I enjoyed cutting his hair and it looks great, but clumps continued to come out while I was cutting. I think he’ll start wearing that funny hat with the hair built in more often now. I have posted before and after pictures of him here. They reflect his hair loss and his weight loss. Enjoy!