Americanics

For years, hair loss and wigs were not something I was familiar with. Anchoring the nightly news was what kept me pretty busy. This applied till the day when I started to lose my hair during chemotherapy. I determined that I cannot allow for the possibility of living as the thin-haired Bruce Willis by sheer dumb luck.

I knew that my charm would be more difficult, deprived of beautiful hair. I believed that it was out of my hands to regain full hair. Boy, how ignorant. Way before I found my favorite real wig, I tried on a number of ridiculous phony wigs that didn’t match my scalp. My partner Harry introduced me to some dignified wig stores where I could get natural wigs that would look great.

Well I got online and sized up the selection. I found an inventory of glorious, beautiful wigs. Their breathable wigs for cancer patients did wonders for me.

Trying on the proper hair piece, a proud individual like me should foster confidence while overcoming her balding. I’ve never been more excited to parade my new voluminous hair. This meant the world to me to actually brush my hair while at the family picnic.

But maybe I’m being ridiculous carrying on like this, but hair is integral to my identity. Could there be something else to life than a fabulous style of hair? You know, it wouldn’t be right if someone told me otherwise. Here’s the good news: women’s hair loss can be beat!

You can’t understand what wigs have been like. No one knows the reality of me and women’s hair loss. Still that’s life, I’m definitely glad to to strut my stuff. I don’t take for granted what a difference women’s medical wigs made to better my attitude on life.

Many may think this method silly. They have no idea. Doesn’t everyone have something small that makes being alive so amazing? Personally, I adore friends and my wig.

Care for Living.

Cassandra Sullivan