Let Me Introduce Myself…
My name is Pam and 11 years ago I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. I was shocked, frightened and in a lonely place where even my loved ones couldn’t reach me. At 59 years old I saw myself, a professional woman, always in control of my life suddenly relying on those around me for help and support. I hated it. I hated asking. I hated being the centre of attention. I wanted to go back to being the confident assured woman who gave help, not the one who received it.
‘I remember the night I said goodbye to my hair‘
My lovely sister offered to shave my head and as I watched in the mirror, I could see as she held the razor her face contort and the tears well up in her eyes. I wasn’t particularly concerned about a head of hair which I was assured would return in due course, but I was concerned about the affect this situation was having on her. I vowed that night that I would recapture my power and no matter what it took I would look and sound and be like me once again. If I had to fake it I would, and it would be a good fake. I knew that if I looked well and healthy, I would reassure everyone that I was OK and I could look at myself with confidence, knowing that this was an important part of my healing.
‘Well, the hair eventually grew back ‘
After the gruelling treatment. From a very fine head of much-envied hair, I was possessed of an unruly thick white mane with a mind of its own. Every morning when I woke up and looked in the mirror, Grock the clown was staring back at me with a look of wide-eyed surprise. This was not the outcome I had envisaged. Over the next five years, hormone treatment left my wild locks thin and lifeless, and a sorry sight. On the upside I was well. I was back in the world and I no longer had to shave my legs every week. The time for action had come.
‘I had no idea that being fitted for a wig could be both hilarious and disconcerting ‘
I’m not sure if it is a good idea to bring friends with you on such an occasion. What they see as appropriate might just be the ticket for them, but you could end up with a camel on your head. The usual outcome of a committee. They may see you as Olivia Newton-John, sans the peerless face. You just want to be as near to the old you as possible, but with a bit of pizazz and respect for the face of a middle-aged woman, who has been through the wringer.
‘Simply put, the experience changed my life for the better ‘
Enter Simply Wigs. Simply put, the experience changed my life for the better. I was introduced to a company who showed me a vast range of wigs and hairpieces. I was able to decide which style of wig suited me. I could experiment and I could find my look in the comfort of my own home. Ten years later and 70 years old, I’m still a fervent customer and will be for the rest of my days. I never have a bad hair day and I hold up my head and face the world with confidence and gratitude for being here and being me. Thanks to all the wonderful people who helped me through the hard times. I learned that people wanted to help. They don’t want to feel helpless and you should accept that help with grace and huge appreciation. Simply Wigs have played a significant part in helping me on this journey, and for that, I am most grateful.
Lots of love,
Pam
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What a wonderful, wise lady you are Pam – how lucky the people you have in your life are. This article is so well written, love to hear more from you.
So beautifully written and Pam sounds like a woman with a very beautiful soul and also a sense of humour! Very true..reach out and let people help you and you then allow them help themselves too.