I have an appointment today to have a hairdresser look at it. She said she can cut it, thin it out a little, and help me fit it on my fat head. I just don't think I'm much of a "wig person". I have a lot of great hats, thanks to some wonderful friends and sisters. The picture on the right shows my wig (only mine is blonde). It is called the "Shannon" wig. I think I will rename it. I shall call it, "You gotta be freaking kidding me".
I think I need to order a wig for each month of the year. My January wig can be white like the snow. February can be red for Valentine's day. March, luck of the Irish green. You get the picture.
|How come Riley|
can pull the wig-look off?
Yesterday and today, after my shower, I combed MAJOR amounts of hairs out of my head. Yes, I cried. My head is sore and I'm just getting really tired of it. My next step is to shave my head, and it will be soon. It's too devastating to comb that much hair out, every morning. My kids can hardly wait to shave my head. I guess we will have a little head shaving party. Although, it doesn't sound like much of a party to me. I'm grateful that the weather is changing and getting a little cooler. With cooler weather comes more hats. Maybe I won't stick out so much.
I had an appointment this morning for lab work. Everything looked good and I will be going in next Thursday for chemo, Round 2. They also told me about a class (I can't remember the name of it), "Feel good, look good" or something along those lines. In the class they teach you how to put on make up and about wigs and such. I am grateful that they offer a class! When I think about painting eyebrows on my face I think of Mr. Rogers make believe, Lady Elaine. Now that is one pretty lady! I'm sure I will be just gorgeous (said in the most sarcastic way possible).
Exactly 3 years ago today, I lost my dad to cancer. Stupid cancer. I miss him a lot, and know that he is probably helping me every step of the way through this little battle. I think back to when he would tell us about chemo and all the side effects. Now, I'm right in the thick of it. Sure love and miss my dad!