The Wig and I

20% of the profits from the sale of this book will go to the Susan Komen Foundation to find a cure for Breast Cancer.I, Suzanne White, am American. But in 2010 I was in France. In a small town. In chemotherapy. Like French trains, right on schedule, 18 days after the first treatment, my longish blonde hair began taking night hikes across the vast plains of my bedclothes, setting up housekeeping in messy clumps on the back of the living room couch and upholstering the jackets of all the friends whose shoulders I cried on. "Get a wig!" They advised."Me? Ms. Authenticity? You want ME to wear a wig?" I wailed. But increasing baldness convinced me. I caved in and went to have my already sparse hair cut off. That left me with one centimeter of prickly hair all over my skull. I looked like I had escaped from a madhouse. Now I really needed that wig. I hurried on up to the local "Capillary Institute" to be fitted for the dreaded headgear. There, I met Danièle, the wig monger. And that's when the fun began. Danièle was everything I feared in a person who sells wigs for chemo patients. Her giddy desire to see me topped by some kind of "coiffure" that pleased her (and not me) makes for quite a diverting and silly tale.Happy ending?Find out now. Download or Borrow my book "THE WIG AND I" from Amazon's KINDLESTORE and decide for yourself.P.S. This book first appeared as an article on the New York Times Sunday Magazine's LIVES page on May 2, 2010. The Times editors called the article "The Wig and Me". Pete Gergely, a compassionate friend surprised me with a series of hilarious illustrations. I couldn't resist. I expanded the story, turned it into a full size book Voila! THE WIG AND ME became THE WIG AND I.