I have been looking at wig catalogues. My husband asked what would happen if my hair didn't fall out with chemo. I would be so disappointed.
There is a beautiful, long, curly red wig that I have been drooling over. Or the medium dark brown kicky one. But the slightly curly long blonde looks good too. They do not look anything like my hair now. My hair now is the most boring ever. If I am going to loose my hair I want new hair not at all like my own.
For a moment when I put it on, I want to pretend I am a svelte, powerful and energetic Irish dancer. Just a moment.
For a moment when I put it on, I want to pretend I am sexy hair model swishing my hair back and forth with wind blowing it wildly across my face. Just a moment.
For a moment when I put it on I want to be a sassy Designing Woman who takes no prisoners. Just a moment.
For a moment when I put it on I want to pretend life is good and I am able to handle all that comes my way.
I want to pretend.
Just for a moment.