I bought a wig right before chemotherapy started. The doctors had all told me to expect hair loss in as little as two weeks, and I wanted to be ready. I don’t think anyone who knows me would describe me as vain, but being bald is not a look I’m confident enough to wear. I also haven’t told most of the residents in the retirement community where I work. Staff members try very hard not to burden the residents and clients with our troubles. Showing up wearing a kerchief or other headgear in our professional work environment is not appropriate and will raise many questions.
Sure enough, my hair started to thin during the second week. I wondered whether it would continue to thin or start coming out in clumps. I needn’t have wondered. My routine is to flip my head over to dry my hair with a round brush. The amount of hair landing on the floor has increased, but today was the first day I saw a clump. Yikes!
Still no need to shave my head, but I’m trying to prepare myself for the inevitability. I’m sure there will be some tears. My husband Don shaves his head with the trimmer regularly and is an experienced pro. He has offered to do it for me. I trust he can handle it emotionally. I’ll keep you posted.
In the meantime, I think my new stylish wig needs a name. This is where you come in. Maybe a little humor will lighten the moment for me. You would like to weigh in, right?! Please feel free to offer your suggestions in the comments.