the wig guy

I wasn't planning to post today, but I thought I'd jot a note about my visit to the wig guy (Joe Minniti). I thought, going to a wig guy, that I'd be trying on different wigs and testing different looks. Not so, not at all. Instead I found myself in a salon chair getting a pep talk about cancer, listening to his entire family history (everyone is an oncologist or a cancer survivor). He explained the entire process, and said I will never be bald (at least in front of anyone), and I will never be traumatized because of my hair. The big thing he emphasizes is that I will look the same. Next weekend he's going to trim my hair and get out the gray pieces (what gray pieces?). The wig will look just like my hair ("this is not the time to experiment," he advised). He said I'll still be able to tuck my hair behind my ears, and I'll even be able to wear it in a ponytail during the summer! He'll go to the hospital, come to my house, whatever, to make sure I have everything I need. At the end, he'll phase the wig to meet my incoming hair so the transition will be seamless. I've had some bad days in the past week, and I left there feeling better than I had since Monday when I looked too far into the Internet (I know, I know). As most of you know, I love my hair, so the fact that I left the wig guy feeling optimistic is huge.