The bad news: it seems to think that the year is 1985 and is distinctly and determinedly growing itself from the base of the skull into a...mullet.
Seriously. Who could make this stuff up?
And what, pray tell, am I to do with this rebel hair growth? Allow and encourage it until I look like Billy Ray Cyrus, or take charge of that hair and let it know in no uncertain terms that until it decides to favor the entire head, it is simply not going to be allowed to continue. I must admit, I am unsure.
Ah, well. Just thought I'd share another item for you to file in your "things you never knew cancer patients had to think about" folder.