Chemo hat mania

Peg has an assortment of chemo hats to keep her sweet bald head from getting cold... but they're a little too practical. I suggested some alternatives, especially as she gets out more. The conehead, for example, would certainly enliven a trip to the grocery store.

We're keeping a close eye on her CA-125 numbers (the marker for ovarian cancer), and they're still heading in the right direction-- 178 to 33 to 11, and this week, down to 7. Yesterday she had visitors, did two walks and washed the dishes, all with just a 45-minute nap. Next Thursday we visit Dr. B, and may learn then whether Peg has one more round of chemo or two.

Can't believe how fast the Bus of Time is hurtling down the Freeway of Life. I'll try to be better about updating the blog more frequently. It's been awhile!

Peg's eyebrows are starting to thin out. She tried (and quickly abandoned) eyebrow makeup. I told her she could glue on some trimmings from mine, but she didn't think the Andy Rooney thing I've got going on would be a good fit.

Thanks for all your calls and visits. It's a huge help in keeping her spirits up... probably the single most important and helpful thing you can do for the Pegster.