Bald, Bold and Beautiful

My hair came out on the week-end in September, 1997 while Princess Di was being burried. I cried, of course. Losing your hair is a big deal. But a funeral is a bigger deal. Maybe that put it in perspective for me. When most of the tears were dry, I decided to try to laugh during the ordeal. After all, it was only temporary. Three months. We picked out two wigs at the cancer society, and like all of you, I tried to find ones that looked most like my usual hairdo. Now I'm still sorry I didn't pick the flaming red waves or the black ringlets! Here was my chance to try something outlandish and I passed it up! But I did make this sheet for the grandchildren in an effort to take the mystery (and fear?) out of a Grandma with no hair. My 5 year-old grandson wore one of the wigs and was transformed into a blond, brown- eyed doll. My granddaughters paraded around in the wigs as if they were models. We had a lot of laughs. And that was good. Laughter heals. Laughter boost the immune system. Try to have some laughs while you're bald. Think of it as "Bald is bold and beautiful." (Yes, I know for you men that is true all the time!) But for the rest of us, let it signify that you have the courage to take the dreaded treatments, even willing to loose your hair! in order to fight the cancer. As September coaxes nature to colour her garb, coax yourself to add some colour and laughter to your hairless situation! Angie BACK TO: "Archives