MERCEDES!!!!

You're probably asking yourselves...oh my did Jill just get a BENZ??? Ya right..I wish!!! But I tell you one day when I'm rich and famous, I will have a beamer, benz, and bentley...just like that song..hahaha Anyways, this post will be short and sweet.

As you all know, one of the perks of chemo means that I will lose my hair. Yes, it will be sad and dramatic the day that it happens. But, think about it this way: I will never have to shave, I don't have to worry about dying my hair,and it will take me literally 5 minutes to get ready. Most importantly, I get to wear a cool wig!

So, on Wednesday afternoon I had an appointment at this place called "You-Nique Place for Wigs" with Ellie. I had no idea what to expect!! Wendy, the owner, told me I would just be browsing the selection since I hadn't lost my hair yet and wouldn't be able to properly fit me for a wig.

Anyways, Ellie and I made our way to this place which happened to be located in Wendy's house; well, her back shed to be more specific. I walked into the shed and I was immediately surrounded by Styrofoam heads....creepy. It was like the Goosebumps book "The Haunted Mask" when Carly goes to the Halloween shop and when she leaves the room, all the 'heads' start moving. Well, after I got over my fear of the heads I realized that this place wasn't so bad; in fact, it was kind of cute.  It was very comforting and made the hair loss process not so traumatic.

I sat down in this little black chair and had the most amazing conversation with Wendy.  She too was a cancer survivor and was so full of life. She agreed with me that the insertion of the port was far more painful than any lumpectomy, mastectomy, or lymph node biopsy.

Wendy began by measuring my head..circumference, ear to ear, forehead to neck. I measured out to be a petite/average.  Ellie says "now why doesn't that surprise me." Hey I'm happy I don't have a huge head on this little body.  However, I was beginning to feel like a science project.

As I looked at the selection on the wall, I realized that most of the wigs were short and wispy; very grandma-ish.  Well of course they were because most women who have cancer are not 23 years old.  Sorry...had to vent there. Making my way down the shelf of heads, two wigs really stuck out - the first was long and blond and looked  very similar to my own - the second was a dark chocolate brown that sat approximately just above the shoulders.  I always wondered what my hair would look as a brunette; it has been at least ten years. So I tried them both on. Little did I know there were specific steps in putting a wig on: start at the top, push the band against the hair line, pull under the bones at the back of the head, then pull the two clips by the ears forward. I guess if if you don't do that, the wig puffs at the top and you end up looking like Snooki from Jersey Shore..haha

An hour and a half later, I decided to go with the long blond one. After all, it very closely resembles the normal Jill.  For all of you inquiring, I'll save the pink wig for another time. As I looked at the tag to see how much it cost, I noticed there was a name on the reverse side.  It read MERCEDES!! Are you kidding me?? My wig is named Mercedes? Are you telling me that my hair looks like a Mercedes? Well, as soon as I told my sister, she ever so bluntly told me that was a stripper name..thanks Kat.

So needless to say, Mercedes and I have established a mutual fondness for each other.  Who knows, maybe next week at this time I could be wearing her; we will have to wait and see.

Time to get back to my candy apple that I got at the apple orchard today...clearly this blog wasn't short and sweet..hahaha.....hope you all have a great weekend!!! Much love xoxo