I'm not sure if I've read this correctly, but are you saying that you were diagnosed with triple positive breast cancer a few months ago, and that you haven't had any treatment whatsoever, whilst you try to coordinate logistics so that you can try to keep your hair? I sincerely hope that your grade and stage haven't increased in the interim. My hair was very important to me too...I used to sit on it. I was known as Dave's wife, Jesse and Katie's mother and The Lady with The Long Hair. It was a huge part of my identity...huge...but not so important to me that it was worth dying for. Yes, I lost my hair, yes I was as bald as a billiard ball, yes a year later my family call me Albert (Einstein), due to me having a fluffy silver white fuzz exploding out from my head, but I'm alive and No Evidence of Disease. I just spent another Christmas with my only grandson, and have every chance of walking him to school on his first day in four years time. I sincerely hope you'll be walking your young baby to school on their first day.