Red-Headed Woman

Well, brunettes are fine, man
Blondes are fun
But, when it comes to getting the dirty job done.
I'll take a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Red-headed woman - Bruce Springsteen

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Jolene - Dolly Parton

I once again have hair on my head;  when I choose to.   The wig has arrived.    Funny but I've become so accustomed to being bald that having a full head of hair seems almost foreign to me.    This is going to take a bit of getting used to.     I don't yet see 'myself' with the wig.

I tried to replicate my early years of being a red-head; wiping away the decades of dulled, greying hair.    It still is not 'hair' to me.   Having never dyed it - this wig looks unnatural although I see lots of women around likely not going through cancer treatment who have the same hair colour - so I guess it will blend in.  

I'm not in love with it yet as I've heard others in their attachments to their wigs, but it has it's purpose.   As my daughter said to me that when she sees me in the wig it is very calming - she forgets that I have cancer.    So that in itself is key reason to wear the wig.    It gives us all a bit of a relief from the journey.    The kids can look on me as 'Mom' and not as 'sick Mom'.  A bit of a respite from the ups and downs.   When I am out of the house, I don't have to feel that everyone is assessing my head covering and trying to figure out whether there is any hair under it.  

With one solution comes another problem.   Since I don't have eyebrows or eyelashes - chemo drugs- any stray wig hair goes straight into my eyes.   Very annoying.

What's it feel like to wear a wig?   Well, I guess it's like wearing a light hat.   A bit breezier than a toque which is good now that the weather has warmed.   And it can let me step out of the cancer world for a few moments and just be 'normal' - lost in the crowd.