Wigging Out

 It started with a Google search. Actually, it started with a text from a friend telling me about the wig salon. Then I googled because I swore they were appointment only.

I reached out to ask what the price range was because I didn’t want to waste their time. They were affordable, within range enough where I would have to break out a credit card, but then the owner sent me to Hair Peace Charities and with only a few questions, they sent the shop money for a wig. All I had to do was pick one out.

My daughter and I went there. They had a lot of wigs, I tried a bunch on, but the one I got just screamed at me.

“Hey, this is the same wig that the woman at chemo has!”

Same wig, different color. I admire that wig every time I see her, the woman was always made up and looking fabulous.

I always told my other daughter I couldn’t afford that wig. I knew it was a wig not because it looked wiggy but because, hey we’re in chemo. Just a guess.

There it was. On my head.

It looked so natural on the forehead but it was too long for me. My daughter whipped out a picture of me with longer bobbed hair and the shop owner fixed it.

If you didn’t see it on my Facebook post, here it is.

My son called to tell me he thought I posted a picture from 2003.

Now in the picture it looks really good. In person I think it has a hint of wiggy, but enough for people to know. To care?

I don’t plan on wearing it all the time. Only if I go out somewhere or an event. I want it to last. But it really isn’t a matter of just putting it on. It needs adjusted and played with.

First I have to get used to it. I read a bunch of tips that I need to start at home, learn how to make it look good then gradually go out.

I won’t wear it to chemo, no need there.

It really is a vanity thing, one I never thought would happen to me.

I know I am gonna feel like people are staring, just like I feel like they stare now when I go out with one of my caps. It took me a while to get used to wearing caps, so I’ll get used to this.

The owner of the shop even gave me a headband to wear under my ball cap wig so it doesn’t itch for the days I want to just throw and go.

I think the wig looks good, enough where I look like my old self and not the poster child for sickness.

But even with my baldness, patches of buzzed fuzz hair poking up here and there, all of this is part of my combat uniform and I am in a battle.