Yesterday I woke up feeling good so decided it would be a good day to pick out my wig. Or "Cranial Prostesis" as my prescription says. Mom and Aunt Chubby came with me. We went to this place and there was about 100 wigs all around the the walls. Scary!
They measured me took pictuers and tried to help me pick out a color. I went with the base color I have now. Kind of a light reddish brown. They did not have a wig with six different colors like I have now. The one they helped me pick out was long, straight with bangs. Now that I think about it, it reminds me of Peggy Bundy from "Married with Children". They promise it will look like me when they are done. They curl and cut it so we will see in a few weeks.
The way I figure it I start Chemo on the 7th they say it takes a few weeks for your hair to fall out, so I should be bald by Halloween. This could be fun!
Talk about timing, I am watching this talk show and some lady is talking about cancer. I went to her web site which let me to another and I just ordered myself a hat. It is the best, I may not even need a wig after I get it. It is a pink ski cap that says "FUCK CANCER". Do you want to be the first person out with me when I wear it?
I must get to "work" now I have a bunch of papers I have to fill out for disability.
Happy Rainy weekend!
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