My Wig

A couple of days ago, I got the wig my brother Brian and sister in law Jessica had been working on. 

It is beautiful. 

I didn't know how special it truly was until the night before I got it.   Jessica texted me that I should get it the next day.  She then sent me these pictures:

I immediately started crying. 

My 9 year old niece Adelia chose to cut her hair and donate it to become a wig for me.  What a touching and amazing gift to give someone without hair.   I now realize how much I loved my hair, and as a 9 year old, she loved her hair too.  She had been growing it out and didn't want to cut it until she had this opportunity arise. 

They contacted someone who makes wigs in California, I had to measure my head all these different sorts of ways and a couple weeks later they sent me a temporary wig.

Adelia's wig is soooo soft and it just really fits me.  It makes me feel better about myself.... like I'm not a cancer patient. 

Some of my high school friends wanted in on getting me a wig and donated money for it as well.  I'm so grateful for them and their willingness to help. Meredith, Jess, Alissa, and Caroline-- miles may separate us, but they found a way to be involved and help.  Thank you so much. 

This wig is not just to help me look less cancer-y but a representation of love and sacrifice. I will treasure this wig for the rest of my life.   When I put it on, I remember the love, the time and the money that was put into it.  It could look like a mullet for all I care and I'd wear it with pride (It doesn't, it's beautiful and that's cool too.)

Thanks for making me feel like I'm worth it.