Thanks to Marianne from Merle Norman who made looking for wigs today a completely different experience from yesterday. If your insurance plays for it -- go to a professional! The activity I had been dreading became actually quite fun. And I learned that a chocolate brown with golden highlights actually look better on me than my own black color! Who knew that one's own birth color might not be the best color for one? I guess hairdressers do!
I found two wigs that we decided to purchase -- a shorter Gabor wig and a slightly longer Raquel Welch wig. I'm wearing these for work ... when I get home they are coming off! Next week I am going to get my hair cut short so that when chemo starts and my hair starts falling out, it won't be such a mess. And besides it will get people used to seeing me with short hair.
I know why losing my hair is so difficult for me. It has nothing to do with vanity. It has everything to do with it being a physical sign of my disease that I will have to look at everyday while in treatment. I know this is what it takes to kill crappy cancer and I do it willingly -- sometimes with anger and dismay in my heart but always fearlessly.
Thank you Marianne at Merle Norman for making my wig purchasing experience such a good one! She was professional and friendly and knowledgeable and so very nice. And thank you too to her colleague Pauline who was manning the front of the store but popped in when she could and who gave me samples to try. Thank you Pauline ... I will try them. You two ladies rock!
It really does take a team to fight this monster -- my wonderful family and friends whose prayers give me strength; the doctors who are saving my life; the people at work who make my burden a little easier; and the people like Marianne and Pauline who make gut-twisting moments like picking out a wig a good experience -- you have all touched my life.
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