We’ve spent a lot of time looking through boxes of donated wigs to find one that both looked good and that June liked on her. She picked out one early on that aged her beyond her 55 years. It was cute, but just not her.
Remember, June had long (to her waist long) hair: rich, thick, auburn. Just beautiful. When she started losing her hair and shaved her head it was very difficult.
One day we walked into the Cancer Resource Center at Swedish. They had baskets and drawers of wigs to look through. We found 2… one was a short reddish bob, the other a blonde short style. I loved the blonde one on her! She looked in the mirror and started crying. She said she thought she looked like her own mother (who died from lung cancer). The reddish one looked very natural. It blended with her freckles and complexion.
A few weeks later I invited her to do some errands with me. When she got in the car she had the blonde wig on, a cute hat, and makeup. I cried, she was so beautiful. She looked awesome and I was in awe!!!
Then she scolded me for trying to ruin her makeup! LOL
I think she is discovering not only her strength in this journey but who she can be outside of her comfort zone. Without cancer, she would never have tried on a blonde wig!