Day six after last chemo infusion and starting to feel almost human. This week took a little longer to come around, not sure why, but every day gets better so hopefully after the weekend I will feel semi normal.  The good news is my doctor and nurse worked with me on the nausea, so I was able to keep that at bay for the most part. It reared it’s ugly head a few times, but nothing compared to the first round of chemo surface apps.

But the big thing everyone – including my medical team – warned me about this second week of chemo was…drumroll…the hair fallout.

My badasses who have done this before me told me their’s fell out on this day or that day, or they are still bald and don’t know when or if, they will ever get hair again netflix auf den mac herunterladen. Everyone feels a little like their own personal Chia Pet.  Hmmmm, I see a market there for Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but I digress.

So the first thing thing they all told me was “get a good wig.” Now if you know you me at all, I am probably the last person you’d ever think of when it comes to wigs. I don’t reinvent myself. I don’t really ever get a “new” haircut and I’m barely even the blowdrying type. So navigating the land of wigs is not something I’d ever think I’d be a part of outlook kopfzeilen herunterladen.  Until I was forced into it.

Sure, I could go around bald. Or I could wear just hats with no hair. Or I could just stick a neon sign on my head that says “please stare at me, I have breast cancer.”

So I started looking into the wigs. What I didn’t know was there is an entire industry for people who are the exact opposite of me. A lot of wigs and styles and cuts and colors and people voluntarily buying them and using them to change their styles sunny explorer downloaden. And these wigs are not like your grandmother’s circa 1978. Some of them you can’t even tell are wigs.

I finally found a place in NYC that is a regular hair salon but one that also sells and styles wigs. It’s called “The Hair Place” and the owner, Andrew also volunteers with the American Cancer Society and helps people who can’t afford wigs get free ones and then helps style them to the client’s liking gratis ps4 spiele herunterladen. He is definitely someone I wanted to support so I went to his salon.

Seated in a private back area he went over all the options, while BJ and my friend Leslie watched as each one went on, giving me their honest opinion of whether someone else’s hair on my head actually “looked like me.”  After about an hour, we found one that was as close to my natural hair as possible, minus the stray grays and dead ends since I was way overdue for a cut.
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Once we decided on the right wig, we then naturally had to play around with some of the other ones. Here’s what we would all look like with lengths, shades and colors different than our own now.

After we took up way too much of Andrew’s time playing around, and after the sticker shock of what a “real hair” wig costs, I left with a receipt, instructions for insurance to cover some of the “cranial prosthesis” (what they call it) and a little bit of a heavy heart knowing I’d have to stick this thing to my head for the better half of 6-7 months in the near future herunterladen.

The second thing my badasses told me about my hair was to “shave it” and not to wait until it comes out in clumps in the shower or on my pillowcase or in my hand because basically if this was an episode of Family Feud, the word “traumatic” would be what the top 100 people surveyed would use to describe that happening. So, I figured I’d listen to them.  Also, shaving my head was something my inner ten year old tomboy could get behind. Back in the day, I’d envy my grammar school boy friends who would get their “butch” cuts in the summer while I painstakingly grasped like a crazy person at stray hairs stuck to my face by the summer heat and dirt stained sweat theme park for free german.

So I booked my hair shaving/wig fitting appointment for the day before my second chemo infusion, knowing it would fall out soon after that.  Andrew made it painless and almost fun, even though the weight of what we were doing wasn’t lost on anyone. When it was all shaved,  I ran my hands through my stubble like I used to do to those boys when they’d get their fresh cuts. Somehow it wasn’t the same, but I guess it beat the alternative and I’m grateful I have something that makes me look like me herunterladen.

As of right now my hair hasn’t completely fallen out but I know it will. But I also know that when it does, I’ll be ready for it and won’t have to wig out.