This past weekend, I spent sometime with my parents and nephews in Monticello, NY. The city was too humid and I just needed a change of scenery. It was pretty relaxing, well, as relaxing as it could be with a 2 year old, an 8 year old, and 2 dogs running around!!!
I was a little nervous about telling my nephew about my whole (lack of) hair situation. A few days before, when I walked to the car after not seeing him for a while, he told me that I looked a little different but he wasn’t sure why. I asked him if it was because of my hair. He said, yeah, it looks shorter and kind of different. I wasn’t sure if I should tell him, yet because I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. I did get some encouragement to do so and I knew that I couldn’t keep the wig on my head 24/7 for the whole weekend, so I asked him if he remembered when he came to pick me up from the doctor’s appointment and saw the bandage on my arm. I had originally told him that it was from a blood test. I told him that I was taking a certain kind of medication that makes my hair fall out. This made him open his eyes wide and we laughed for a bit. I explained to him that I needed this medicine to get better, so I just have to deal with the hair loss for now but that it was just temporary. The first day I told him, he didn’t want me to take off the wig. But by the next day, he decided he was ready to see me without it. Then he told me that he is ok with it because he still knows it’s me because it’s my face, my voice, and I act like me. It almost made me cry but I wanted him to see that I’m ok.
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