Hair’s to Neva!

“I’ll bet you are looking for Neva?”  asked the young man standing behind the reception desk of the hair prosthesis store yesterday.

“In fact, I am”, I responded hoping to hear an affirmative response from him.  It was last winter when I had last visited Neva here to get my first ever – wig.  And it was here where I had returned shortly thereafter to have my oven-singed wig repaired.  (Never open an oven door while wearing a wig)  Neva had been kind, compassionate, and just what the doctor had ordered at the time.  I never thought I’d need a wig.  I had no idea what to even expect.  “Queen Neva” made my search so easy.  I ended up liking, and buying the third wig she put on my head.

“You look fantastic,” I remember her saying when she put on a wig with my natural colour hair.

I believed her because for the first time in a long while, since I lost my hair to chemo, did I see my old self in the mirror once more.  Albeit, my face was puffy and I was pale, I felt “alive”.  And looking better lifted my spirits.  I hated to admit it – but I was concerned about being bald.

“Neva is just around the corner… right here!” he exclaimed as he moved me towards Neva’s workroom.

I walked around the corner and stuck my head in to find her with a paint brush in hand – dying a wig on a stand.  Who knew that was something she did too!  “Neva, it’s Stacey.  Do you remember me?”

“I most certainly do!”  she replied.

“Well, I wanted to show you my real hair.  It’s all mine.”

“You look amazing, Stacey!  I love your hair!  How are you feeling?”

“Neva, I feel better everyday.  I’m seven months into remission.”

I repeated it again while turning to the man who was now standing behind me.  “I’m seven months into remission from Stage 4 ovarian cancer!”

Neva yanked the gloves off her hand as she moved forward quickly to give me a hug.  The man boasted loudly, “congratulations!!!!  We don’t get many people coming back here after Stage 4!  How wonderful.”

Neva gave me a great big bear hug.  “Stacey, I am so happy for you! You were so forlorn last time I saw you.  You know – the singing incident.  Congratulations!  Thank – you so much for coming back.  This is such a gift.  I am so happy.”

(Did she have a tear in her eye?)

I’m not sure who gave who a bigger gift that day – Neva with her excited response to my news, or me with my full head of hair?  Either way, it was a wonderful moment that had not been shared by many.  I wonder how many times Neva must have fitted a person with a wig and then … never to be seen again?  What thoughts must run through her head when a woman with stage 4 cancer sits in her chair and selects a head piece?  Did she wonder if she would ever see me again – alive?  All in all, I would think her job to be rewarding and very challenging.  How many woman return to visit her?

It was a wonderful encounter.  It was a happy ending.  For Neva and for me.  My previous “hair-razing” experience had ended in “style”.  And for that – I had Neva to thank.

 

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About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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3 Responses to Hair’s to Neva!

  1. I’m so happy for YOU. AND for the treat you gave your wonderful Neva and coworker!

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