To be or not to be is a Shakespearian question, but I say, to have a wig or not to have a wig, is one of the greatest cancer patient questions of all.

Picture if you will, a synthetic wig and a 450-degree oven and what the wig looked like after I opened the door and bent down to put a pizza in. I said to myself, I won't do that again.

Picture if you will, a synthetic wig and a 350 degree oven and what the wig looked like after I opened the oven door and bent down to put a cake in, forgetting that the cake and the pizza have something in common, a hot oven. I said to myself, I won't do that again!

Picture if you will, a synthetic wig on a smiling woman, with her child and the neighbor's child making cookies, and opening the oven only to have the children point and laugh, as the hair disappears and her husband walks in and ask what the peculiar smell is and she realizes that this seems to be an ongoing scenario that she can't afford to do again. I deny that I did this a third time; it must have been some other woman!!

Picture if you will, the little Oriental woman, who sells these wigs, with a smile on her face, as this one customer (who shall remain nameless) returns on a regular basis for yet another wig.

Harry S. Truman said, "If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen". Was he talking to me?

Picture if you will, an oven full of pots and pans as a reminder, that if I am going to cook with the oven, I must loose the wig (Harry's not going to keep me out of the kitchen).

There is no moral to this weird wig tale, just me laughing at my bad memory and my lack of sense in not paying the extra for a human hair wig. I will leave the question of "To have a wig or not to have a wig?" for others to decide, as mine have all found new homes, at least the ones that survived anyway.