The Crying Game

The past year has been filled with crazy, extreme emotions. But what is odd to me is I find myself crying about things that should make me happy. My last day of radiation, which was also my last day of treatments in general, I cried hysterically. I had gotten used to going every day and seeing the same wonderful people. I had found a new normal, and it was going to change again. Today, I cried because I finally took down my wig stand and put my wig in a plastic bag in the cabinet. I remember shopping for a wig like it was yesterday. I remember the first day I wore it. I remember thinking it was going to seem like an eternity until I would feel comfortable not wearing it. Well, that day is here, and the wig is behind me. I should be so excited, but I feel a bit sad. Again, I had gotten used to it and as much as I hated it, it was a part of me for almost 8 months. My hormones are a mess and my body is still getting back to what it was, so I know everything I am feeling is normal, it's just not what I expected.

Here is where my wig stand and wig once lived