Bloom where you're planted

I'm still getting the Methotrexate infusion, so while that's going on, they did an intrathecal lumbar puncture and squirted 8 cc's of methatrexate into my spine. They even put some steroid stuff in my eyes. We are on some kind of a search and destroy mission for those nasty little buggers! I feel like I'm getting Astroed for termites.

This cancer thing is so hideous and awful and evil, but you have to look for positive things in your response to it. Jimmy and I work very hard at this - trying to make the proverbial chicken salad out of chicken poo.

One of the funnier things has been about the wigs. We have a catalogue from the American Cancer Society and have bought three wigs already. They have names - the catalogue named them, not us. You've already seen the first one, Dana, who is sweet and predictable. The one shown above is Meredith, and she has an Attitude, saucy and outspoken. Beth, the latest, got sent back for being "too blond", and Lord knows what she's going to be like.

Jimmy says my personality changes when I have on a different wig; I say it's the chemo. Anyway, it keeps us entertained, and somehow I see a biker chick named Juno in my future, and a Mysti with spiked red tresses .