It’s official. My hair is falling out.
I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I started chemotherapy just over three weeks ago. Even though I’ve been kind of excited about getting a wig, I still freaked out every time I noticed a spare strand. It turned into a paranoia. Whenever I picked a hair off my shirt I would ask “Is this it? Is this the beginning of the end??”
Well, the end is nigh my friends. What started with a spare few strands on Monday, has turned into many more strands when I touch my hair. After waiting three weeks for The Shedding to begin, everything suddenly seems to be happening so quickly. Cool wigs are fun and all, but shedding more than my dad’s cat Cashew? Decidedly not cool.
Enter best friend.
I should add “more stylish best friend who had a Conair intervention with me two years ago.” I knew she could be trusted to help me find my new cancer ‘do.
I’m not entirely sure of my plan of action now that The Shedding has begun. I think I will just leave it until I become uncomfortable enough to want to hide it. Apparently shaving your head can stop the hairs that want to fall out from actually from falling out, so keeping a little bit of length may help the process. I can’t bring myself to wear a bandana or one of those funny homemade caps. I think they scream “Cancer Patient” more than a bald head!
For today though, I still have too much hair to fit a wig over. Which is why the wigs in all these pictures sit high on my head. They’ll fall down closer to my head when there isn’t as much bulk underneath. The doctors say my particular chemo cocktail will almost certainly cause me to lose my hair, and the “wig specialist” at the salon said it may only take days now that it has started!
Erika and I started at the Canadian Cancer Society where wigs are donated. But their styles were suuuuper outdated. Think 1980’s housewife in tapered stirrup jeans.
So we ended up at this place called Martinique in Moncton that specializes in this sort of thing. They were nice enough to let us in without a fitting appointment. They had TONS of styles to choose from that were much more modern looking.
Their wigs are all made out of a fine Japanese synthetic fibre that can be curled, straightened, and parted on any side. I tried on a few shorter ones and thought they looked too awkward sitting perched on my head. I really like the idea of a darker wig, but know it will look funny if I lose my eyebrows.
In the end, Erika and I both agreed on this medium-long dark blonde highlighted one.
I’m going to get the bangs cut straight across to frame my face more. Mostly because my natural hair has always been too wavy to pull off nice bangs. I’m told hair often grows back more red and curly after chemotherapy, so straight and blonde before that happens feels very appropriate!
Cost of the wig is coming directly out of The Great Fundraising Act fund (and may even be tax refundable so I hear), so I want to thank you all who donated for helping me out with my new ‘do!! A nice wig definitely doesn’t come cheap, but I know it will be irreplaceable for keeping my spirits up over the next several months. Totally worth it.
Also worth it, the much cheaper, much more fun pink wig I’m ordering off Etsy. Ohyeah. I’m going there.