I wore my new wig for the first time today to visit the hospital for round three of my chemo. I was pleased to be sat opposite a lady who is at the same stage of the same regime as I am, I don't know how we haven't met before but we've obviously been placed in different wards of the day centre. We compared notes as it were and she agreed that it took her until the third week following the second round of chemo to start feeling better.
It was interesting to learn she has kept her hair so far but has now decided to abandon the cold cap otherwise known as scalp cooling for all the reasons I decided not to go for it in the first place. She has yet to choose her wig and she was genuinely surprised that I was wearing a wig, she really thought that it was my natural hair. The wig is comfortable to wear and I'm pleased with how it looks. I'll show you the back view as I asked hubby to take some photos for my online diary. As nobody visits me at home apart from the district nurses I'm comfortable walking around with what little hair that's left on my head. Hubby loves me no matter what I look like :)
My sister who lives in England was finally able to visit her static caravan in mid Wales at the weekend as lockdown restrictions were lifted and she phoned to ask if she should make the journey to visit me but as I am shielding at home I told her it wouldn't be wise as I couldn't invite her inside for a coffee and a good old natter. Same applies to my children who both live in England and my in-laws and friends, I'm taking no chances. I may go for an outing in the car tomorrow before the side effects of round three take a hold of me. I have a break now before I start on weekly chemo sessions which my nurse told me are not as harsh as these first three rounds. I really, really do hope that is the case.