Summary of “The Year I Went Bald”

A mere year and a half elapsed between saying goodbye to my old hair and being quietly accepting of my new hair.
Between reading a book every day without effort and working profusely to maintain that pace.
On Sunday mornings, I asked myself, “What section of the book do I want to work on today?”.
There’s a photograph of me, at around five months old, staring at a ripped-off book cover with rapt concentration.
I’ve tried to slow myself down, but my natural reading speed remains a book a day.
Radiation forced me to set the book aside for a month.
Not long from now, I’ll start researching and writing the next book.
Future books hopefully won’t have cancer, and its treatment, directly embedded into the narrative spine.

The orginal article.