14. I was a little obsessed about the wig when it
was new. Each night when I got home from work I
would put it on the stand and carefully smooth it
down, so it would be in good shape for the next
day. One night I even set it with sponge rollers,
something I hadn’t done to my own hair since
high school.
15. It didn’t take long for me to get quite
blase about my synthetic headgear, and I would
come in the house and toss it over the back of a
chair ...
16. ... or a doorknob ...
17. ... or even the vacuum cleaner. One day in Oncology I found a sheet of
helpful hints that someone had compiled about how to deal with hair loss
during chemotherapy. One of the suggestions was to vacuum your head to
get rid of loose hair - that way there would be less cleanup. The first thing I
saw when I got home that day was my very large, very heavy, upright
vacuum cleaner, and I could not imagine how I could ever use it to vacuum
my head without ripping off my ear in the process. I assume the person
making the suggestion had in mind a vacuum cleaner with a hose attachment
- or maybe a Dust-Buster - but I’m not sure I would have tried even
that.
18. When I received this ad in the mail, I thought Dolly
Parton s signature looked very familiar, so I took off the
wig and looked at the label. Sure enough, it was the
same. Like she says, the wig lets me change my look in
seconds.
19. No matter the condition of the rest of my
head, I always made sure I wore lipstick in public.
20. I met Margaret Thatcher when she spoke at
Tufts University and couldn't help but think that while
I doubted I was tougher than she, she was certainly
having a bette hair day than me.
21. Underneath it all, of course, was my bald head,
which proved to be very confusing to my three year-old
nephew Aidan when he came to visit. My constantly
changing appearance - hair one minute, bald the next,
then wearing a scarf, then a hat - made him think there
were at least 4 different aunts who lived in my house.