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Heroes Among Us

03/23/2012 – | Comments Off

Sometimes there are moments in which the world seems to stop spinning.
It’s as if God is trying to get you to pay attention, because that second of life is so profound.
I had three of those moments last weekend.
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How a blonde wig rescued me

01/23/2012 – | One Comment

Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” – Luke 12:7

 

 

From a very early age, I had hair that would make even D.J. Tanner swoon. My blonde mane was a Candace-Cameron, Farrah-Fawcett hybrid. I was a blonde Brooke Shields.

Well, maybe not. But I sure felt like it.

The women at church would ooh and ahh over its thickness. My friends would express jealousy. The ladies’ restroom was always a spot where the good-natured hair envy flowed freely. Strangers in line behind me at the grocery store would ask to touch it. It was as if, in a crowded supermarket, my hair was the equivalent of a pregnant tummy. People would invade my personal, intimate space just to cop a feel, all in the name of compliments. My hair was shiny, wavy, thick and bouncy. It was the one thing my teen angst couldn’t deny. Self-esteem has been clearly perched atop my head — always.

My locks were my badge of confidence. No matter how I felt about my naturally muscular thighs or the amount of concealer it took to cover that creepy vein under my right eye, I always had great hair to drown out the beauty critic who lives inside my soul.

My hair was everything to me.

Until I got sick. Until I started carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. Until the stress became too much. Until all my hair started falling out.

Until I had to buy a wig.

Now my badge of confidence is honey-blonde synthetic fibers, stamped with a Raquel Welch label.

I am still losing enough hair to make Donald Trump a toupee. Daily. I never realized that losing hair would literally make my head hurt. It feels bruised, and my scalp is red from the process. Still, the soreness pales in comparison to the dive my vanity has taken. When it started falling out, I lost about 50 percent in just two weeks. Stress doesn’t procrastinate. Neither do tears.

Obviously, at the rate things were going — something had to be done. My supply was running short. I needed a day of renewal in more than one sense: With my sickly days making their way to the rearview mirror, my doctor finally released me to return to work. But I couldn’t traipse around the city as Janie Journalist with hair that seemed to jump out of my head and onto anything in its path.

Judi’s World of Wigs to the rescue.

Except that day, the day I swallowed my pride and headed wig shopping, the greatest loss to stare me in the face was not my formerly lustrous locks. It was when an executive at my company left a voicemail letting me know that I would not be welcomed back after my leave of absence.

My mission was altered just like that. I now had to find something to cover my sick, mangy-looking head, because for the first time in years, I was an out-of-work journalist who was hitting the job interview circuit in a bad economy. The economy doesn’t care if you’ve won any awards, gotten any scoops, or even if you are a friendly person with an endorsement from a minister.

 

When I first walked into the wig shop, I was shaking all the way from my toes up to my bald spots. The woman at the counter looked like Flo from Mel’s Diner, which did very little to allay my fears. As she smiled and walked about the store, it became clear to me that Dennis Rodman would have looked less conspicuous wearing the same strawberry-blonde short stack.

So I cried. I was convinced that buying a wig meant that I, too, would end up looking like I stepped off a cheap 70s sitcom.

The first one I tried looked like a squirrel attached to my crown. Scratch that – it looked like a dead squirrel attached to my crown.

“Flo” saw me crying. She walked over and kneeled next to my beauty shop chair. She gave me an “It’s OK, Hon” pat on the back, and with a straight face, tried to calm the situation. Very gently and sweetly, she leaned in and whispered, “It’s not so bad. No one will even know. Can you tell I have on a wig?”

{Crickets}

Um, ahem.

I put on my polite face and said, “You have on a wig?” She cackled and snorted and looked so proud, because she thought she was fooling everyone into believing it was real. So I laughed. My mother laughed. Everyone laughed. Flo thought she made me feel better about buying a wig, but really, she made me feel better about the entirety of the situation. Flo helped me realize that it was what it was, and I couldn’t do anything about it. In the darkest of times, laughter is God’s nectar.

After what seemed like 50 Eva Gabor’s and Raquel Welch’s later, I found the one. It looked surprisingly similar to my own hair’s thickness, cut and color. So, I did the only logical thing. I cried.

For the first time in four months, my tears were those of joy and of healing.

Don’t underestimate the devastation of hair falling out. Sure, it will probably grow back to its former glory in a couple of years; I even have a few seedlings sprouting up. But for a woman – a young, vibrant, happy, single, career woman – hair loss is a tragedy worthy of a Daniel Defoe novel.

I’m convinced that my new mass of curls will give me the strength to be a modern-day Robinson Crusoe. My life has been shipwrecked by illness and a month-long hospital stay, job loss and medical bills that have reached six figures.

But just like Defoe’s Crusoe, I’ll craft art out of mud. I’ll plant crops without a plow. I’ll find a way to build a house with only the items I find in my wilderness.

My wig is already a good start on the foundation. It’s already given me more comfort than I ever could have imagined. Plus, it doesn’t hurt morale to keep a photo of D.J. Tanner on the mirror.

Oh, and the world and its obstacles? Kiss. My. Grits. Because my wig may hold a head full of doubt, but I’ve also got a road full of promise.

 {Me and my new best friend and comfortor.}

“Head Full Of Doubt / Road Full Of Promise”

{by The Avett Brothers}

There’s a darkness upon me that’s flooded in light

In the fine print they tell me what’s wrong and what’s right

And it comes in black and it comes in white

And I’m frightened by those that don’t see it

When nothing is owed or deserved or expected

And your life doesn’t change by the man that’s elected

If you’re loved by someone, you’re never rejected

Decide what to be and go be it

There was a dream and one day I could see it

Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it

And there was a kid with a head full of doubt

So I’ll scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out

There’s a darkness upon you that’s flooded in light

And in the fine print they tell you what’s wrong and what’s right

And it flies by day and it flies by night

And I’m frightened by those that don’t see it

There was a dream and one day I could see it

Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it

And there was a kid with a head full of doubt

So I’ll scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out

There was a dream and one day I could see it

Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it

And there was a kid with a head full of doubt

So I’ll scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out

There’s a darkness upon me that’s flooded in light

In the fine print they tell me what’s wrong and what’s right

 

For more about my illness, hurdles and small personal triumphs, read I got sick. Then everything fell apart.

Brandi Ball is an award-winning journalist who is living in her beloved home state of Oklahoma.

Email: fancybuffalo@gmail.com

Resume: http://linkd.in/blball-resume

 

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