It’s been two days since my hair has started dropping. I’m not talking chunks of hair, but when I brush my hair, or gently pull on it, there is a noticeable amount of hair. And, it doesn’t stop. I could keep going on and on and there would seem to be no end to strands coming out. In the end, I just had to stop and say enough. Point is, I’m going to have less hair. Much less.
How much less? A casual guess would be 50%. But who knows. When I actually experienced it, I only then realised how much women have an emotional tie to their hair. I’ve always been happy to experiment, with length, style and colour. After all, it’s hair, it grows back. But even so, while I thought I’d be OK with just scarves and going natural, I wasn’t prepared for how vulnerable it made me feel to think that I’d have less hair. It would make me look different. It would whisper gently “I have cancer”. People may stare, or rather, people will try not to look. Would I get used to that?
So, I went wig shopping, just to see what options there were. I headed to Takashimaya department store on Orchard Road, as the nurses at my oncologists recommended it. The store houses a Japanese brand of wigs. I should have expected that this wasn’t your run of the mill wig shop selling fun purple and green wigs. This was serious stuff. The shop assistant, Kyoko san (Japanese naturally) was very professional, and compassionate, and patient – they had a lot of chemo women come by. She explained that the wigs they sold are either hand stitched or machine stitched, and either are fully synthetic or are mixed with natural hair. There comes with it a hefty price tag for the hand stitched and mixed hair.
I tried a few on. Started with a blonde one – for fun. I’m not sure I’d wear it everyday but to go out sure! My Sister said I looked like a Japanese anime version of Posh Spice. I didn’t actually take that too badly! Quite fun I thought! Then I tried a few more on, and it was apparent that the hand stitched, mixed hair was definitely a cut above the rest. Imagine … Flying economy versus the first class suites. But I must stress, their economy isn’t a Budget airlines economy, we’re still talking Singapore Airlines economy or premium economy here folks. But the first class suites, er I mean wigs – wow. Just wow. I tried them on whilst I still had hair, but I sensed that if you were bald, it would make the biggest difference to have the feeling of, what I can only describe as, “fairy gossamer wings” on your pate.
But, it’s expensive. I can’t even say how much it is on this blog, it’s that much. All my friends have balked at the price, but, all agree as well, that if it helps my emotional state of mind, then surely it’s worth it. To his credit, The Rock sent me a text saying “Get as many as you want”. Aw. True love. And yes, he knew how much they cost.
I’m currently writing this whilst sitting on the balcony wearing a scarf on my head. I’m testing it out. In the past, I’ve always felt it’s too warm (for me) to wear a scarf in our tropical weather. So I’m giving it a go, to see how I feel. I have three choices :
1)Just go bald, go with the flow, see what happens
2) Wear a scarf when I want, if I want
3) Wear a wig.
Or, all three. As long as I buy the wig that is. I’m going to give it a week, see how I go and if I can stomach the expense of the wig.