I want to be as prepared as I can for everything I'll face in the coming months. Since I know I am facing chemotherapy and will likely lose my hair, I decided to go wig shopping. I've never thought about wearing a wig and had no idea where to find a really good one. I contacted a friend of mine that is a hair stylist and asked him about it. He directed me to this place called 'Wigs & Gifts.' Interesting concept don't you think? You can either buy a wig or maybe a 14 kt. gold ring. Anyway, this shop is in a dive shopping center in Pomona. It was strange walking in and seeing a bank of wig heads lining the walls. A really sweet woman directed me to the bank of wigs in the back. She was very kind to let me touch them and see which ones felt right right. After purchasing a wig cap for 99 cents she allowed me to try one on. It was all wrong. Too short. Too small. For some reason I had this bizarre image that I might feel like Boticelli's Birth of Venus when I put it on. She does look like she is either giving herself a breast self exam or somehow protecting her right breast. It fits, no? Why couldn't I just throw in the flowing hair? I then picked up another wig, put it on my head and was done shopping. It is a little longer than my normal hair, but it's no Venus. Actually, I feel a little like Cher with it on, but it looks fine. This task is done....on to more important things.