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Wigs and Things

"Well, these days they are doing all kinds of neat stuff with wigs and things."-my breast surgeon, on the day she told us that I have breast cancer; Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, Stage II b, grade 3.

If it were up to me, I would open a cool little shop called "Wigs and Things", where other "cool" cancer patients like myself could shop for wigs in fun colors and styles, as well as other "things", like rockabilly hair turbans and beanie hats.

We would have take a break from wig shopping to rest our achy bodies at lace-covered tables adorned with daisies in little jars and help ourselves to lemon tea in pretty tea cups and warm, fresh from the oven ginger cookies on flowery china plates as Johnny Cash hummed in the background, forgetting all about the nausea and fatigue plauging us.

Yes, Wigs and Things is a magical place! Too bad it isn't real.

My experience thus far; not so magical.

The wigs I like are more like Halloween costume accessories than something edgy and "cool". The caps and turbans are mostly modeled on a person WITH hair.  And the rest are too, I don't know...cancery.

Yes, they are doing all kinds of neat stuff these days with wigs and things...



Sawyer and I nursing from my lumpy breast at the surgeon's office moments before it was biopsed. I was pretty sure I had cancer when this photo was taken, but was still hoping it might come back benign. Nope!

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