I did get thru it. MY oncologist was adament I would ose my hair. So I knew from the expert I would, but it little prepared me for reality.
My son was married August 5, 2005, nearly 2 months after my diagnosis, and about 11 days after my first chemo round. On August 6th, I was combing my hair, and it started to come out in handfuls! I was pretty devastated for several hours, trying to absorb this phenomena. After the initial shock, I realized how lucky I was to have skirted by with a head of hair for my son's wedding. Then it beacame a fascinating thing, running my hand thru my hair, and getting a fistful of hair everytime, kind of like when, after a sunburn, it is fascinating to peel the skin. I got my hair cut short, but by the end of the week, it was pretty much gone, so I had my husband shave the rest of it.
I have retired my wig, and pray it NEVER has to come out of retirement.