I still look like a little "mangy" in a couple of spots where the radiation beams enter my head, which is expected. But so far it is still really hideable as long as I avoid certain hairstyles.
I do have this really awesome wig that was given to me by the social worker at the cancer center. It is a similar color and length to my own hair.
Sometimes I will run into someone who asks (with their eyes or with their voice) whether I'm "wigging" or whether I'm sporting what's left of my own hair. I'm often anxious to satisfy their curiosity on this topic, so here's a clue:
The answer is simple: "By their roots ye shall know them!"
That's right, baby! Even though my own hair keeps me covered so far, the thought has crossed my mind a couple of times to go for the hair hat, just because the roots look better! My own roots are long due for a touch-up by Carlos, but it's just not a good time for that. It's a minor visual annoyance to me, but as a couple of my gray strands start to pop up, I just remind myself that I'm envious of old age anyway.
So, hey, if you can see what I mean (and now I've drawn attention to my lousy roots!), you know I'm "keeping it real"! If you see me with perfect roots, you'll know that I'm in Astroturf mode (albeit a really cute Astroturf mode)!
We're having a really big cold front come through this weekend. I'm just glad there's SOMETHING on my head!!!