As we approach this Thanksgiving, I am reminded of what I had going on six years ago. My locks fell out (due to chemo) just about a week before Thanksgiving. I had already purchased a wig with the help of my BFF Pat (I’ll tell you about that crazy adventure later). I wore the wig a couple of times, but after what happened during those wig wearing adventures, I nixed the wig and decided to go to Lynette’s house (my other BFF) sans wig. I also decided to take our church picture with a bald head.
I guess I need to add a part about what happened to me one of the two times I wore a wig.

We were going on vacation and I was dropped off to check the luggage in while Edward parked the car. When they weighed my bag it was over the limit by 5-6 pounds. The guy on the outside check in asked me to pay the extra or remove some items. I opted to remove some items, but I was weak and struggling to do so. Finally, I got enough out and we zipped the bag up and I went inside and sat down to wait on him to come from parking the car. Now, my husband travels and is one of those folks who eases through the line, whereas, I people watch and talk to folks, etc. When we were checking in for the flight somehow Edward was ahead of me and a family of 5 got between us. He looked back and I signaled for him to go on. When I got to the gate check-in area, the lady said my bag looked like it was too big for the overhead space. I had flown with it before and it fit, but I tried to fit it into the metal sizer outside the gate and it did not fit. I was a bit frustrated but said okay, I would check the bag. I then remembered that I had medical supplies to clear the pic line in the bag. I asked about temperature changes where the bags were stored and was advised to remove any medical supplies. I had to open now another bag and remove items.

I really wanted to rip the wig off and say, “Listen, I have breast cancer, I am undergoing chemotherapy, I am weak and tired give me a break!” But I didn’t. I unpacked the items needed and finally boarded the plane. When I got on board Edward said “Where’s your bag?” I said, “I checked it” and looked out the window.

Maybe I had been through so much that I just figured it was better to have folks see my bald head and think something might be going on with me, rather than have people think everything was just great and not have the strength to even clap my hands.

Back to the story. I didn’t wear my wig to Lynetta’s. I felt comfortable doing so. It was the first time the Thanksgiving celebrants had seen me without hair. I was not apprehensive about not having hair and being there, since it was all friends, family, fellowship and fun! I was thankful that Thanksgiving day, as I continue to be for having friends and being around family – hair or no hair! Because of that, I’m posting that wigless picture taken approximately 6 years ago. Have a Happy Thanksgiving!


4 Replies to “The Wigless Thanksgiving”

  1. Great story. You are still beautiful with a bald head. As India.Ayre sang” I am not my hair! I am the soul that lives within.” A beautiful soul and spirit cannot be touched by cancer.

  2. You look absolutely beautiful without hair! Although I have been fortunate not to have had to deal with breast cancer, I so appreciate you for making this space available for my sisters who have and are struggling with this disease.

  3. Beautiful picture! We may be related, our bald heads look the same! Here’s to survivorship, you are blessed.

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