Meet the Cyclone

Today, a dispatch from Sheela:

Almost every day someone asks me 'How's Jon?' This week I'll tell them he's losing his hair. The other night he asked me to give him a haircut. His hair had gotten a bit longer than usual and we both figured that cutting off as much as possible would help manage what was to come. The clipping began. I cut and I cut and then I spent a good part of the evening sweeping up. The next day, in the morning light, I admired Jon's new look but quickly noticed a problem. At first, I thought that the patchy spots on Jon's head were due to my unskilled barber's hand, but after taking a closer look, I saw that his hair was dropping out in small chunks. And I was finding trails. Hair on the tabletop, countertop and even a few on my plate. It was all over the bathroom and covered the bedsheets - a little here, a little there.

After vacuuming (again) I suggested that we buzz it all off. Jon was unwilling but conceded to another idea as a preemptive measure. Here I am in action. Like the name of my new vacuum cleaner - I am the cyclone, vacuuming Jon's head.



Photo by Lu