By Tina Herold, Overland Park, Kansas
A tear rolled down my face as I looked around the wig shop. Was this really happening? Was I having a bad dream? The woman working in the shop was cold and indifferent to my presence. How could she be indifferent when all I wanted to do was scream until I woke up from this nightmare? The reality was that this was no dream, and I needed help buying a wig. I was going to be bald in just a few weeks. BALD!!! The thought was just too much. I was 34 years old and had been diagnosed with breast cancer.
This really couldn't be my life. I had no family history and no risk factors for cancer. The woman was not helping me and I knew nothing about wigs. What should I be looking for? Could it and would it look real? Would it stay on my head? Would I look like there was an animal pelt on my head? I needed help! My husband Scott and children were with me, and my husband encouraged me to try on a few. He was so positive and supportive. I tried three wigs and none of them looked authentic or felt like me. I began to cry.