Its kind of a gloomy Saturday morning but maybe it will get a little prettier outside so we can take bluebonnet pictures or something!! Side note if you haven't seen the movie God's Not Dead and it is playing in a theater near you... you should definitely go see it. It is really a good movie and not going to lie definitely cried like twice in it. They offer up some real incredible things throughout it and I guarantee you will not be sorry you saw it. For real. Anyways I have some paper writing and note card making ahead of me plus maybe some friend typed fun stuff? Who knows what I will be doing today.
Now if you have already read the title of this memory, you are probably sitting there going, "Really? How many more hair stories do you really have?" This should probably be a nice break from my usual food involved memories because seriously most of my memories have something to do with food...not even joking. Also I've noticed when you think about one particular memory other memories kind of just pop into your head. It's kind of like netflix suggestions, "You just watched the memory 'When your mom cut off all of your hair' perhaps you would also like to watch 'All of these other Hair related memories'" Seriously, that's probably how my brain works no lie.
Memory #68
We are now jumping ahead of time when my mom had already been diagnosed with cancer and was already starting to lose her hair. She had attempted a couple of things to see if she could keep her hair but they were a whole lot of effort and just seemed kind of pointless after awhile. So my mom kind of just embraced the fact that she was going to lose her hair and went out in style. She ordered all sorts of different hair stuff. The first round was like getting baseball caps and then that would come with like a pony tail looking thing so she didn't have to wear a wig when it was blazing hot outside (Because hello, Texas heat). Then came the actual wigs. I remember shopping for her first wig. My mom was bound and determined to get a wig that closely resembled what kind of hair she had before she lost it. Mainly so that there could be a sense of normalcy. Even though it was apparent that things were completely different, and she knew that. But if there was something that she could keep from getting to outside the norm, she would do it.
So she took Sam and I to the wig shop to pick out her wig. Let me tell you, she tried to make this the most fun experience ever. As if she was picking out a brand new car. As we pointed out different wigs and our mom modeled them for us, I just remember having a really grand time. Who would have thunk that you could do that picking out a wig for your ill mother. Anyways Sam eventually picked out a wig that was simply called , "The Samantha" and wouldn't you know it fit just right and looked right. So that was the first wig my mom ended up purchasing before her hair had started to fall out. She brought it home and put it on a stand. There it sat until my mom shaved her hair off and started to rock the wigs.
Love Always,
Erin
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