Unbelievable! Friday morning I had all my hair. Friday midday, my hair started falling out so I had it trimmed it to 1/4 inch. The rest of Friday and Saturday I enjoyed how that sheared head felt -- it's an amazing feeling, especially if you've always had medium length to long hair. The only problem is, my head would be feeling great, then I'd catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and see a complete stranger! Feels good, looks strange! I even played poker Saturday night in my Red Sox baseball cap instead of my wig, I was enjoying it so much. Then, Sunday, I made the mistake of tugging on a few pieces of hair to see how secure they were and, POOF! My hand was full of shaved hair. I tried another spot -- more tufts of hair came right out. After about 15 minutes, I had an interesting pile of shaved hair. Then I made the mistake of looking in the mirror again and my hair looked moth-eaten -- full in some areas, totally gone in others. EEK! So now it doesn't look so cute with a baseball cap on it! I was really surprised at how fast it happened. Today I have very little hair. In a day or two, I think I'll do what my friend Kathy did and yank the rest off with duct tape!