And here is the “after,” the wig after a little breaking in and with no extra hair underneath. It really looks so much like my real hair. But, it feels like a step or two above American Girl doll hair. I’m a fiddler—I’ve always played with my hair, tucking it behind my ears, pulling it up off my neck… This is going to take some getting used to; long, curly, synthetic hair is not for a fiddler. I’ll never be able to run my fingers through this “hair,” so I need to learn to leave it alone. I’m ok with the scarf look, though, and I’m so glad the kids are, too. Putting on all this hair feels a little like playing dress up to me—it feels too fake. And somehow it makes me feel stronger to go out sans hair. So I’m betting this lovely wig may not get a lot of wear… And that’s ok.
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A breast cancer researcher turned stay at home mom turned breast cancer patient, I'm navigating my way through cancer treatments and my quest for normalcy in its aftermath. Sometimes normal is hard, and sometimes it's as simple as going for a run, throwing on some lipstick, and heading out to chemo. Follow along at runlipstickchemo.com View all posts by Jamie