The Wig

I was diagnosed in September, 2005. I made all of the necessary arrangements. I had talked to friends who were survivors and had a good idea of what I would need. I decided I needed a wig. It was very close to the same color as my hair. Needless to say, I was very pleased with my selection. In December, 2005 I started Chemo. All was right with the world until one night, my husband and I decided to have fish for dinner. As I opened the door, the heat from the oven melted the bangs and made them curl right up my forehead. I screamed "Oh my hair". My husband came running out to the kitchen, probably wondering how many firemen would be needed. After a review of the area he said "Oh you didn't need that thing anyway" That was the last day I wore it.