On Friday, I went wig shopping. Truth be told, I really didn’t want to. I’m quite happy with my buzz cut and didn’t want to look like a man in drag in a bad wig that I was constantly fighting with. Turns out, wig shopping was the most fun I’ve had on this cancer ride yet! It wasn’t what I was expecting at all. They looked so natural. The hairline looks so real, and the parting moved about. I also thought that getting a new wig was going to result in a second mortgage but again, I was wrong. With an NHS voucher, I got a decent wig of my choice. I also decided to get a second wig so I could have a choice of looks.
On top of this successful shopping trip, my sister then told me there would be nothing to pay once the wigs I had ordered arrived. My friends and family had got together and put into a ‘cancer fund’ for me. They wanted to make sure that I didn’t need to worry about the cost of a wig or not being able to get what I need during this purely shit time. What the hell! I’m literally the luckiest girl on earth. How amazing are the people in my life? For once I don’t know what to say. I can’t begin to thank everyone enough. It is truly overwhelming to know how much everyone cares.
This was also all very good timing. Yesterday I woke up to most of my hair on the pillow. I went over it again with the clippers to make it shorter but spent most of the day getting in the shower to get the hair off me. This has carried on through today. It hasn’t been a shock or upsetting or anything else than annoying. I’ve had a super itchy head, neck and back for the last 24 hours. How do I still have so much bloody hair!
I’m ordering a pizza tonight. It’s needed.
