The big hike

Just a few photos and a bit of video from our hike today. Peg's brother Mike, Jeanette's husband Greg, Zoë and I launched over our back fence and wound our way down to the lake along the creek, about a half hour walk. Peg, Jeanette and Marianne took the fire road overlooking the lake and met us where the trail opens up between the hills at water's edge.

Peg made the climb and not insubstantial hike, no problem. My girls did crash pretty hard later in the afternoon. They napped while I did a bike ride. Sixty-four unbelievably sunny degrees here today.

In about a month we'll venture down the hill again to see the wildflowers. We hope Peg will be strong enough to hop our fence and go the back way with us. She's growing eyebrows and hair like crazy, so stamina can't be far behind!

The first video is when we stopped to look at the deer and explore Zoë's hideaway, the bamboo forest. The second video is the panorama view Zoë took just after we headed back after checking out the lake. For those of you in the area, this is just behind the first set of hills east of the Hazel Avenue bridge.

It's all relative(s)

We've been enjoying Peg's older brother Mike and younger sister Marianne, who've been here since Thursday night. Before they fly back to Denver tomorrow afternoon we're going to make a lot of blueberry pancakes, whomp 'em down and take the hike from our back yard to Lake Natoma. I'll post some pics, and maybe some video. Peg's going to sit out the 25 minute scramble over hills, rocks and creek beds. Long road back from major surgery; she's come a long way in six months but is more easily poohed out than before. 2010 is a rebuilding year.

Top picture was taken about 4:00 this afternoon on the banks of the American River. Bottom picture was taken when Peg was 15 or 16. From left to right, back row: Jeanette, who lives here in town; Jay, who's in Denver; Mike and Peg. Front row: Gene, Lee and Marianne. Jeanette is four years older than Peg, Mike is two years older, Marianne is six years younger. Fun to see little Marianne compared to her giant siblings, and now they're all peers.

We followed up our hike with crab legs at Greg and Jeanette's house, then fun conversations in front of a roaring fireplace. When I married Peg, I got these other great people in my life as a bonus. How cool is that?

Peg's wiggin' out!

In a good way. She went with our friend Mary to get her chemo wig trimmed up and styled and wore the durn thing for the second time since we bade her hair farewell.

They saw "It's Complicated" at the theater and went to Trader Joe's (cool specialty grocery store, for those reading this outside of California). Peg said it was really different to be in public and not getting second glances, especially from kids who can tell when something's a bit off.

Just the opposite for Zoë and I. We're so used to seeing her sans hair that the wig threw us for a loop when she came home. Costume party moment.

It's all relative. Peg has a really nicely shaped head. Seriously. Looks perfectly fine bald or with her new downy bird feathers. But you've got to have the right head for the bald look. I've seen a lot of fellow male customers at the supermarket or a gas station who look like Manson wannabees or nazi skinheads, with lots o' moles, folds, ditsels and bumps... totally creeps me out. They may be fine upstanding citizens, but the look says, "Priors... Arrest warrant...Restraining order... Tweaker... Aryan Brotherhood... ewwwwwwwwwwwww.

Peg's hair growth seems to be exponential. Every day brings another fresh crop. Fun to watch.

A "welcome back" for Peg

One of the many ways we've been blessed is becoming friends with the parents of Zoë's kindergarten and soccer classmates. We've all watched our kids grow up together. I can't imagine not knowing them... a lot of great memories.

Today they threw a "welcome back" luncheon for Peggy. Thought y'all would get a kick out of this-- Peg's mouse pad. The photo was taken during a volunteer day around Halloween when our girls were in the second grade. Geneva (possible mouse pad perpetrator) and Jade (willing participant/teutonic warrior and possible mouse pad perpetrator) accompany Bad Teeth Peg. Peggy's got a really nasty set of fake joke teeth that look pretty real. And she's not afraid to use them.

Growing up in a small Nebraska town, I really appreciate that we have a lot of the same experiences in a metro area bigger than Denver. Zoë will graduate with a lot of the kids she went to kindergarten with. And Peg and I have a rich history with them and their parents.

We don't really need a mouse pad, the optical mouse works with or without one. But we keep using this one because it makes us smile.

Farewell to Christmas... in late January

Seemed like a good idea at the time... whack the tree into small chunks in the living room to avoid dragging the carcass through the house with the accompanying trail of needles.

Turns out the moment it knows it's a goner, the thing spews needles like you wouldn't believe. My look of triumph was short-lived-- spent a lot of time extracting tree remnants from the carpet.

Note to self: next year, wrap the thing in plastic tarp and muscle it out to the driveway before dismembering it.

Had two fun family walks today. The first when it was raining like hell and blowing gale-force winds this morning. Amazing how many times an umbrella can turn inside out and still function. The second when all had calmed down and we were digging the cool orange ethereal sunset.

Zoë and I went for the puddles, she in flip-flops, me in Vibram Five-Fingers (foot gloves). Peg, not so much.

Tomorrow is Peg's first visit to the oncology infusion center for "non-treatment." Just flushing out her sternum port. No chemo, no drugs, no big deal.

Putting the wheelchair up on Craig's List. Only had to use it once, in August, to get her from the car to the infusion center. So thankful to put the thing up for sale without a second thought.

Mmmmm... hair....

The new family activity is rubbing Peg's head. Enjoyable for the "rubber" (ooooh, it's soooo soft!) and for the "rubbee" (mmmmmmmmmmm).

Today we took Zoë and her friend Jessica to the midtown Sacramento skating rink. For those of you from out of the area, it does not get cold enough for water to freeze here; the city closed off a street and allowed a company to create a rink there. Yep, they even have a Zamboni, though it was a little overkill for such a small area.

Getting more distance from "Cancerland." Peg's getting her port flushed on Tuesday, and we see her oncologist in mid-March. This is precisely where we like to see the "Big C": in the rear-view mirror, getting smaller and smaller.

Our own personal Chia Pet

It's official... Peg's sprouting soft, downy hairs from her sweet, sweet head. Got a few long survivors from the summer's hairy ordeal (yeah right, Pun Boy), but this week her 1/8" mane has gotten noticeably longer.

We've heard that post-chemo hair grows in differently than pre-chemo. I'm picturing Peg three years from now with a caucasian "Angela Davis" style ginormous white afro. Riding a tiger. Wearing a leopard skin bikini. I'll do a painting on black velvet of the whole effect... how could I not?

Peg's got a big ol' mole on the side of her head, about half inch around, that our family doc is burning off tomorrow. Totally foils my plan of drawing spider legs around it with a Sharpie marker. I was thinking Peg could do a social experiment at the grocery store by letting me do the spider thing and not wearing a cap... and then catching passersby in the act of staring at it. "Hey, waddayou lookin' at, pal?"

She'd be unlikely to do it, and it's a moot point after tomorrow, but Peg is far more fearless than she was before June 12. It wouldn't surprise me if she actually went for it. Life 2.0.