In July I began losing round patches of hair. Last week I was diagnosed with scarring alopecia.  A biopsy showed that my hair loss is permanent.   While I was sad, I was hopeful that a transplant or other restoration options would be available to me. I drove to Richmond to visit with various experts and each one said there was nothing to be done. My husband, Mike, comforted me over the phone after each consultation.  Before driving 2 hours back home, I was able to secure an appointment with someone who fitted wigs. Waiting for that appointment was so hard.  I pulled in front of the salon an hour ahead of time and drove away.  I guess I felt walking inside make it final. I love how God was preparing my heart even before I knew what was coming… I was listening to a book on audible and one quote resonated. The anguish is real but there is something more real – more powerful – more all compassing than any loss, crisis, or trauma …