Wigs

I was holding out hope that I might not loose all my hair during chemo. I'd heard anecdotally that black women frequently experience an overall thinning as opposed to losing clumps of hair. My barber's ex is a breast cancer survivor and he was able to cut her hair through her treatment and keep her looking cute. It's a hope I'd nursed secretly. Alas, it was not for me. I lost my hair in nauseating clumps just two or three nights after my second dose of chemo. I'd put a bonnett on that night and was afraid to take it off in the morning. I shaved my head with clippers that afternoon and my boyfriend shaved it with a razor later. My head is super cold. I'm not a fan.

Not a fan

I've been rocking a white scarf under a straw hat. It's a look that positively screams "Chemo Patient". I'm not a fan of that, either. I miss my hair so much. I hadn't realized how proud of it I was. Or how dependent on it for just basic identity purposes. I felt good with my hair cut super low, but really uncomfortable completely bald. What's even more annoying is that all my hair hasn't fallen out. So, in between shaves, I grow a nice, patchy stubble. Uggghhhhh.

After my trip to the wound specialist yesterday, I felt like some cheering up. So I dragged myself to my local wig store. Picking a wig isn't easy. I haven't had straight hair since I was 17. I feel like nothing looks right on me:



I did finally make a decision and went for function overall. I picked a wig that was lightweight, affordable, and covered my eyebrows (since i'll probably lose them later as well and who wants to deal with that every day?!). My boyfriend says it makes me look like on of the Supremes. I don't want to just throw it on for a photo. I'll post one the next time I get myself done up a little. I try to just think of it as a hairy hat.