Wigging Out

Originally published at bcvsbc.blogspot.com on 06/16/18

Every day since my last post my head has lost more and more hair.  I don't know how else to describe having my hair fall out except pretty darn amazing.  There is nothing to compare it to.  It is unbelievable how quickly Chemosabe infiltrates your entire body and manifests itself.  Within hours of the hair starting to shed the health and vitality of my hair disintegrated.  Right before my eyes my hair went from volume infused fluffy hair to a pile of flat, limp, lifeless hair.  If Chemosabe can kill can cells as fast it kills the hair on my body then bring it on.

First up was wig shopping.  I am still uncertain that I will wear a wig but everyone thought I should get one just in case I did decide that I wanted to wear it.  So on Wednesday my sister Alexa, my mom, and I went to a store in Modesto that Alexa's hair dresser, and also one of our employees fiance recommended.  Honestly it was a lot of fun and I was not expecting that.  We all tried on a bunch of styles and in different colors.  I found out that I look so much better with brown hair than any other color.  Also, we learned that Alexa is way closer to Deni's coloring and looked great blonde.  My mom can not gray yet because she doesn't look like herself at all but she can pull of blonde as well as my sisters!  In the end I bought one wig and my mom bought two!  Alexa almost got one but with the new addition of her puppy Ryan put the cabash on that.  

My biggest concern about a wig is that people will look at me and know it is a wig.  I just feel more comfortable embracing the changes taking place with my body and not trying to hide behind anything.  So I have cancer and no hair, who cares?! I'm getting the treatment I need to live if someone wants to stare at my bald head, my even changing breasts or any other things going on, let them.  I decided with the help from Lex and my mom that this wig was the most natural looking.  The ones that were closer to my original length just looked to fake to me.  In the end I am pretty happy with it.  Scott took me out dinner that night and I got all dressed up; wig on, full makeup, dress, jewelry.  It was worth the smile on his face to see me.