So this morning, Wayne said to me, "It's starting." I looked up from packing our lunches and gazed at him quizzically and asked, "What is?" He said, "My hair."
The hair on his head still looked mostly normal, but at his insistence, I took hold of a tuft of chest hair and gave it a light pull. The entire tuft came out between my fingers, and he didn't even flinch.
I've never been a woman who prefers a hairless man. In my opinion, men should have hair on their chests. I think my husband looks sexiest when he sports a goatee. In fact, until a few months ago, I'd never even seen his chin because the entire 15 years I've known him, he had a beard or goatee. But now, that's gone too. The little chin hairs that started to re-sprout after the radiation are now falling out in clumps.
He told me he was sorry he was grossing me out. I wouldn't say I'm grossed out, but it is a little unnerving. I'm wondering if in the morning there will be a pile of hair on the pillow and sheets, and the man next to me will be smooth skinned instead of furry.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
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