Cherub - so nice to know I might get into hats eventually!
I too am only 5 ft 2... was 5 ft and a half inch when they measured me before first chemo, and I thought I was 5 ft 1in... but today they announced 5' 2'' so I am grabbing hold of that extra height and embracing it 🙂 Every inch counts!
So... I did it. I made myself go out, walk down the road, catch a bus, walk through the main shopping area, and onward to the hospital. My first venture into public without hair. I wore my tube hats, co-ordinated with my raincoat (though it didn't rain) and of course no one even noticed. I think my main fear was my neighbours - I didn't want to get stopped and need to explain. Nor did I want them wondering and not liking to ask. Silly of me really, I know, but there it is.
And at the end of the busy day - PICC line, then consultant - I went and saw the wig people. And we found a good colour match in a shorter style for me. (I wanted something that would be easy to wear and not get in my face, unlike my shoulder length natural hair that I was always pulling back into a band.) The wig is going to need a bit of adjusting to take some of the fringe area back as it is well into my eyes, and feather around my face, but that is all do-able by a good experienced hairdresser.
As soon as I got home, I pulled off my hat, and went bald again. I think I'll just wear beanies about the house, and the wig when I want to go out without anyone realising I am having treatment. I also wanted the wig so that I could visit an elderly relative (96) without her realising I was having treatment. She doesn't need to worry about me, and I know it would play on her mind over and over if she knew I had cancer... so the wig is also to protect other people.
Amazing what a bit of hair can do... or a wonderful headscarf/hat.
Sorry, this has little to do with your topic of hats for chemo, but maybe it goes to show just how important it is to feel good in whatever you wear, so that others respond well to you in return.
One last thought.. I had to go to the main post office where they always have to ask if they can give you a quote for life insurance after they have served you. It was happening to every customer ahead of me... and then it was my turn - weighed my packet, asked if the content were valuable - I said no - it is my hair! She looked at me in my little hat... smiled, and asked if I wanted anything else. Never offered to sell me life insurance!
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