I'm an old hippie from Austin, age 63, and I let it all hang out. I don't shout from the rooftops that I had breast cancer, but a bald woman is a dead giveaway that something is up, and I don't care what anyone thinks. It's a life threatening disease, not syphilis or the clap. Only a couple of people said anything grossly insensitive. I didn't get upset; rather, I am grateful that I got to see who they really are before I wasted any more precious time on them. Those oxygen pirates won't be missed. Mostly, though, people were kind and concerned.