We only have one more performance of Big River. It's been an amazing experience. I've been so grateful for the venue to pursue this passion, for the time with family on this project, for the audiences that have seen it and commented so favorably.

My doctor stopped my chemo for the month of March. The mucousitis went away, my skin healed, and for most of the time I've felt pretty normal again. I have my bouts of tiredness, heartburn, etc., but it's few and far between. I start chemo again on April 8. They are going to try a 20% dose reduction and see if I tolerate it better. It's always the balancing act between the disease and the "cure" when dealing with cancer.

Dave and I bought a new car Friday. After fifteen years of faithful service, we retired our mini-van and got a white Prius hybrid. We feel so environmentally concious driving around in our "green" vehicle. We are quite mesmerized by the dashboard screen that shows all the info--whether power is going to or from the battery, whether you are running gas or electric, what the gas mileage is, etc. etc. etc. I wonder if they have stats on Prius owners getting in accidents because they watch their little screens too much.

The spring bulbs are starting to bloom in my garden. I've been working out there as weather and energy permit. I'm slowly making my was around the yard trimming and raking up winter debris. The siberian squill, daffodils, crocus, and grape hyacinth are all popping open. It's only blues and yellows right now, but soon the tulips will add their pinks, reds and apricots to the mix. I love the spring. It's a daily testament to life renewing. I know my life will not be over when the cancer takes my mortal body. I'll live again, just like the daffodils in the spring.