Nights Hats and wigs and self image

Nights have become more of a challenge lately.  I wake up all sweaty several times. I have to get up and change my t-shirt. By morning I have usually changed at least three times. My head gets really sweaty too. One night I woke up and the hat I was wearing was just soaked with sweat. I have quite a collection  of hats. I find myself changing them all day and all night. When I awake in the night with my head all sweaty, I pull the hat off and lie there bald for a while. I drift off to sleep, only to wake up because my head is cold. So I reach for a dry hat and start again. Last night my hips were hurting. Im not sure why. Maybe it was my workout yesterday. That kept me awake for quite a while. I finally took some tylenol around 4:30. It took 45 minutes for it to kick in. All in all, I lost a good deal of sleep last night.
In the day time, I wear hats around the house. I put on a wig when I go out. The wig isn't all that comfortable. The inside of it is scratchy. I wear one of my simple thin hats underneath the wig. But it feels tight on my head and gives me a headache.  Sometimes I pull it off before I even get home. I miss my hair.
I sometimes forget that I am in the middle of this adventure with cancer. But an accidental glance in the mirror brings it back.  When I see myself all bald and kind of tired looking, I am brought back to sobering reality. This is not the me I know. This is some stranger who is living in my body.  I send love to this person who is just trying to make it through each day in peace and harmony. Cancer makes one change their most basic self image.  But not just cancer. We are constantly changing our self image in response to our life events. I was Michael's mother until he died. Im still his mother. But not in the same way.  I am Katie's mother. And now she is a mother and we are relating to each other in a new way. I have a much greater appreciation of Bruce, Katie's husband. He has taken such good care of her and Oliver(my grandson).  I am also Oliver's grandmother. I never thought I would be someone's grandmother. I have a greater appreciation of Frank, my wonderful husband. He has taken care of me in so many ways since this cancer experience started. My life is like a mobile, moving and spinning and changing.  All I can do is just flow with it and remember that the cancer part is coming to an end. Im free of the cancer. I only have to get through two more chemotherapy sessions. Then I can heal from the chemo and my hair can grow back. Its all good.