Long strands of my dark brown hair would come out when I brushed it.
I had always been proud of my thick, healthy hair, and now it was falling out like I was some kind of sick person.
My business partner, James, noticed the changes right away.
We were having lunch at a restaurant near Navy Pier when he stopped eating and stared at me.
“Victoria, you look terrible,” he said, his voice full of worry. “When’s the last time you saw a doctor? You’ve lost at least 15 pounds in the past month.”
I looked down at my hands and realized he was right.
My wedding ring was loose on my finger.
My clothes were hanging off my body like they belonged to someone bigger.
“I’ve just been tired,” I told him.
But even I didn’t believe my own words.
James insisted I see Dr. Thompson, our family doctor in downtown Chicago.
