Wig Shopping (R-Rated)

Hair is beginning to go, twenty strands here, twenty strands there. Mom wants her to get a French Cap cut and keep that gorgeous hair for a fall when it regrows and she wants a longer look. Daughter wants to hang onto it thru Thursday night when she has a dinner get-together with Medina friends. Chemo is Friday and she won’t want to go to the hair dresser’s on Saturday so.............I’m losing that game.

With baldness on the western front, she and Jamie visited the wig shop. He was a good choice. When the white cap was put on her head to hold the wig securely, they both burst out laughing calling her Penis Head. Then they got a little wild with the new look. Jamie could be both honest and adventurous with the hair and she wound up with a Jennifer Aniston look: Honey blond, darker roots, straight, layer cut. Long enough that she tells me she could set up business on the street, so she is scheduled to get it cut to a length more fitting for Gavin’s mother.

She tried to be encouraging to a mother and her daughters who were wig shopping for the mother. All was gloom and doom on their faces. Chemo had not started yet and they seemed to be in the first shock phases. I’m sure Tess’s attitude seemed bizarre, but hopefully helpful?

Visiting an Oberlin friend, she slipped into the bathroom and put it on. “Oh, migod,” exclaimed Margaret, “If I didn’t know it was you and a wig, I’d be asking what hair products you use.”

Now she has to make out an insurance claim for “cranial prosthesis.”