I am losing my hair. I kid you not. Once upon a time I had so much hair I did not know what to do with it. My mother would chase me around the house with a comb and I would scream, “No.” Finally, she would wrestle me down and comb through knot after knot...
Today I know what the X-Men must have felt like. Mutants. Genetically flawed creatures that lurk in the shadows. Ok- I’m exaggerating but you get the point. My favorite was always Storm, but I digress. Today I was diagnosed with “Polycystic Ovarian...
