Mission Accomplished

Several of us were focused on accomplishing one thing done today...getting D. some hair.
She has been stressing over the prospect of her hair falling out and she really, really, REALLY did not want to be walking around completely bald.

D. was concerned because her hair was falling out at a much more rapid pace, and I was concerned because when I called the local American Cancer Society office I was told Tuesdays and Thursdays between 1:30 and 4:30 were the only time to get a free wig. I knew it would be at least two weeks before I had a Thursday off that coincided with D. feeling well enough, post chemo-infusion.

Well, we had a couple of white knights ride in on their horses in the form of my next door neighbor S. (henceforth know as the angel) and her friend P., who volunteers at the Cancer Society. P. graciously offered to take us over this morning around 11 a.m. and S. volunteered to drive. I had told the notoriously late D. and R. to be at my house by 10 a.m. to be sure we were on time.

I was sleeping on the couch due to bedfellow snoring issues, when I heard a knock on the door at 8 a.m. R. and D. had been up since around 4 so they just got ready and headed over. We killed a little time looking at wigs online and after several cups of coffee we headed out to Sugarloaf Parkway in the S.mobile.

The Cancer Society has beautiful offices in a beautiful building with beautiful people who really want to help. We were in a tiny room in the back, piled floor to ceiling with boxes of wigs, turbans and head wraps. There were a half dozen wigs on display and I could tell by D.'s face she wasn't too excited about any of those options, but then again, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. D. had had long hair for so long it just wasn't in her genetic makeup to go for a funky little short wig and strangely enough, even wigs that seemed to be of medium length, looked too short when she tried them on.

I was really starting to worry we weren't going to find something that would appeal to her, when P. found one long blond number in a box and it was as if there was an audible "AHHHHHH!" in the room. As soon as she put in on D.s face broke into a big smile. I may have been curious to see what she would look like with shoulder length hair in her natural dark brown, but D. needed to have something long and blond, and the bottom line is if it makes her feel better about this process I'm all for it. She filled a small trashcan with her hair this morning after her shower, so knowing she has something that makes her feel a little more "normal" is a small relief.

D. plans on having R.'s mom shave her head completely and she wants to experiment with the fit and look of the wig, then hopefully in a couple of weeks when she's over the side effects of Monday's chemo treatment, we'll head to the mall and get her a backup wig. In the end, she'll lose one head of hair, but gain two. Small victories.

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