Last night I went to a 50th - it was the first social event that I have been to in my community, wearing my wig.
There were a lot of people there who knew that I was having chemo but haven’t seen me for quite a while, and others who have seen me more recently but before I lost my hair. The wig is fabulous, but obviously a different look.
I stared wearing the wig to work last week but with a beanie over the top, which gives me a bit more security not just from an ‘it’s not going to fall off’ perspective but also from an aesthetic point of view. Last night I braved it without the beanie.
I asked my 20 year daughter about a million times if it looked ok. As she was assuring me that she thought I looked lovely, I became really teary and told her that I felt really self conscious. It’s the first time that she has seen me vulnerable since I was diagnosed back in January and she also started to get quite teary.
As much as I didn’t want to upset her, it was a moment that we shared where she had a glimpse of the reality behind the strength. I think it was very meaningful for her to see. I’m also glad that she subsequently saw me suck it up, embrace the ‘new look’ and ‘own it’. I wasn’t hiding the cancer or the chemo - in fact I ended up having some great chemo/wig conversations during he night - I simply feel more comfortable with hair than without.
We role model so many aspects of life for our kids. We don’t even realise how much rubs off on them and how much of our behaviours they absorb, then imitate. I’ve found breast cancer to be an opportunity to learn and teach many life lessons.
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