Life is full of the unexpected and many times I have found myself helping friends suffering from difficult situations that have resulted in hair loss. I feel both honored and blessed that I can help people through their struggles with advice, wigs, or other products that can help to rebuild their self-esteem.
I met Christina over 15 years ago at church. She is a dear friend and I wanted you to hear her story in her own words:
When I was 21 I was attending college and pursuing my dream to become a high school teacher. I worked at the Sac State library and made a group of wonderful friends. We would go out to eat every Friday night and then hit the mall or Target (we were certainly not the typical college party girls.)
One warm evening in September we continued our tradition from the past year and ate at a taqueria and headed towards Arden Mall. We were all laughing and joking when my friend who was driving turned to glance at those of us in the backseat. Unfortunately, she didn’t see the cars in front of us slam on their brakes and we rammed into them going approximately 40 miles per hour.
We were in an early 1980’s Ford Bronco and I was in the back middle seat. The problem with that was that this model of car did not have a seatbelt in that position. I flew into the dashboard and peeled off the top of my scalp like a too ripe peach.
I was rushed to the hospital, lost a quarter of my blood, and endured 30 staples and ten stitches to try and put Humpty together again (all the while begging for God to knock my unconscious. He didn’t). When I was admitted to the hospital, I pleaded with the nurse to cover the mirror in the bathroom. I was terrified to see what I now looked like.
The next day I was sent home and couldn’t wash my hair for a week. I stunk, I was a matted mess, and my sister and I would watch movies together as we picked out old blood and scabs from my hair. I finally gained the courage to see myself in the mirror, but the pain outweighed my vanity.
There is much more to my story, but through this tragedy I was continually blessed. I had a group of family and friends that loved on me and I did end up going back to school, getting my degree, and earning my teaching credential.
However, wounds may heal but the scars have certainly remained. I have a painful, horseshoe shaped reminder of that car accident and my hair is still thin. I went gray early (well, I’m still a natural brunette. The box does says “Natural Darkest Brown 18A). I also have a secret weapon in my pocket that I have always relied on: my friend Janelle Pullman. I have been in many plays at our church and Janelle lovingly provided all of the gorgeous wigs and hair pieces for our productions. During these performances, she would take me aside, work with my insecurities, and give me tips on how to cover my scar (which starts at the front of my hairline).
It has now been almost 19 years since my accident am I’m not sure what is going to happen with my hair. Regardless, I’m not too worried or scared. I have my friend Janelle and she has an arsenal of products to make me look my best. I visit her wig store and salon and I know that she is the best at what she does. I also know that she cares for everyone of her clients and will treat me with the respect and privacy that I need because of my medical condition.
What’s the best part? All you need to do is to walk in to Wig Works and Extensions for Hair Salon to get the same treatment. You don’t have to worry or feel insecure because they’ve seen just about everything and have a passion to help people look and feel their best. My awesome secret weapon can be yours, too!