Yesterday morning I went to NHC for my appointment with Diana. She thought I was goign to have my piece reattached like normal, but instead I told her my plan and that I didn’t want it put back on. Genuinely excited for me, she cut the remainder of my hair to give me a clean slate. It may be less than an inch in length, but its a full head of my own hair nonetheless.

In the evening I gathered 3 trusted friends,’L’ ‘S’ and my roommate ‘A’, along with B [for comic relief and support]. I wrote a letter detailing my condition and asking for their support… because I knew I wouldn’t be able to say it without getting upset. I passed it out and sat in silence for what seemed like hours while my eyes filled with tears and I tried to keep a calm face. Finally L said “Well, I’m here for you Stacy.” Everyone else just kind of nodded quietly. My roommate went back inside to finish making dinner, and the rest of us chatted about other things and later headed to Baskin Robins for 31 cent scoop night. The hugs were extra long at the end of the night… but other than that things were normal. They didnt point and laugh at me and the world didn’t end….  so overall it was a success and a weight lifted off my shoulders.