Bewigged

One more step on this cancer journey. I now have the first of two cranial prostheses. It is not the one that matched my hair color--apparently that one is custom made and takes a little longer. Glenn said I look like a teenager. We will see what the rest of the world thinks as I spring myself on them.
At the hair replacement salon, first they shaved of my remaining hair (about 1/4 to 1/3 of my original volume). If I ever had a desire to become a Marine, this would be the time to apply. It was sad watching it go, but better in the long run. I threw away the plastic bag with the fallen hair I'd been collecting--it was one giant hairball. I feel like I'm wearing a hat, but I suppose I will get used to it. I had really good hair, which was a good thing, because I was never really good with it. I somehow missed the part in junior high school when everyone else was learning to fix their hair. I'm still kind of useless with a blow drier and a brush, so it was God's own mercy that my hair had a nice natural wave. With a good cut, I could pretty much just scrunch and fluff while it was drying and I looked about as fine as I was going to look.
So now I have cyberhair (and yes, that is what it is called) with a memory. My scalp still hurts and I'm so ready for this whole adventure to be behind me. Too bad--there's a long way to go. Tomorrow is chemo number two, and that will take what hair is left. After that, I will have a year to a year and a half to learn to love my cranial prosthesis.
xxooxx