![]() First of all, I promise the next few months worth of blogs are not all going to be chemo chick stuff. But I thought I would share my hair odyssey since it turned out to be a triumph. One of the things I dreaded and mourned before it even happened was the loss of my hair. (Not being as brave as so many of you who have rocked the scarves and the bald head.) I don't have good face for bald, let me tell you, and I hated the idea of standing in the shower pulling out clumps of hair. (Not that I had the best hair on the planet mind you. I used to joke that I was having a bad hair life. Still, it was all mine and I've grown rather attached to it over the years.) I decided to get proactive and attack this looming hurdle head on. So, Tuesday, Gerhardt and I had a date in Seattle with Darla at Hair Options, who does an amazing job of helping women feel good about themselves. I must say it was a little strange walking into a wig shop and being "watched" by all those bewigged mannequin heads looking down on us from the shelves. And at first glance I wasn't sure we were going to find anything that would be a match for me. But lo and behold, we did, and let me tell you, my hair has never looked so good. What a surprise! And here's the other surprise. I had envisioned myself weeping in the beauty chair as I morphed from hair-covered to bald. It never happened. I did have one moment of "Yuck, is that an ugly sight." But my other half reminded me that hair grows and I was able to shrug it off. (And I must add, it's surprising how quickly a girl can get used to a new look. Now I don't look at my bald head in the bathroom mirror and want to barf.) By the time we left the shop, me with my new head of hair and Gerhardt with his stomach full of chocolate he'd scrounged from that little bowl Darla keeps on the counter, I was feeling downright pretty. What a cool blessing! The biggest blessing of all though, and the one I'm most thankful for this Thanksgiving, is my husband, who, when I made a comment about being a scary hairless wonder, said, "You're more than your hair." He even observed that I look like the singer Sinead O'Connor. Yeah, right. How can I not adore this man? He's a true hero! Obviously, a keeper... just like my new wig. :)
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Mary
11/24/2013 02:26:09 am
You are SO dang cute...you look like Tinker Bell!
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Mary
11/24/2013 02:26:43 am
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Julie
11/24/2013 10:42:00 pm
I would never have known that was a wig! You look awesome! Many blessings to you and your family and may you have a complete and quick recovery!
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