Round Four, Over and Done

We forgot to bring the digital camera to chemo today (although I did remember the orange panties), so you won't get to see fun pictures of us and our three—count 'em, three!—special guests, including one repeat visitor (hi, Danielle! hi, Glen! hi, Robin!).

Or of me making more progress on the scarf.

Or of Donna the Wonder Nurse, who took great care of us this week and during Round Three. (Actually, you will probably never see a photo of Donna—she begged off last time around. But she is so great that I am going to write a letter saying so to all the higher-ups I can think of at the cancer center. Ditto the guy who brought wi-fi to the treatment center last month!)

However, what you may get to see, at some point, is one or two pictures of Zach and me with a stranger on the street and/or on the A/C/E subway platform at 14th Street. (This depends on said strangers e-mailing the photos to us. . . .)

Let me explain.

In honor of Easter weekend, our dear friend Glen brought us each a pair of rabbit ears—the fluffy white kind attached to a flufy white headband. Think Playboy bunny ears, but white and fluffy instead of black and satiny. Mine were blue inside the fluffy white trim, and Z's were yellow. We wore them for the rest of the day, which put smiles on many faces in the treatment area. Zach had several cheerful interactions with strangers when he went out to pick up lunch for us, and that of course put a big smile on his face.

When we finally left the cancer center at 2PM or so, we got lots of looks and comments in addition to the many smiles out on the street—a guy in rabbit ears is one thing, but a couple in rabbit ears is even more noteworthy, I guess. (Mine looked a little funny over my green bandanna, but this is New York, and nobody seemed to notice.)

And then this one guy asked if his friend could take a picture of us with his camera phone (something neither Zach nor I possess). He seemed absolutely tickled pink to have found two faux-rabbits walking upright on Eighth Avenue, so we obliged. (And then Zach ran back to extract a promise that the two send us the photo via e-mail.)

A couple of minutes later, we went down into the subway, walked down the platform, and were immediately spotted by a woman wearing and headband attached to two tightly coiled metal springs, each attached to an Easter egg. Serendipity strikes! Turns out, she had a pocket digital camera, and she also had to have a picture with us. Our friend Robin (thanks, Robin!) did the honors, and the woman promised to send us a copy if we sent a request via e-mail, which Zach, of course, did.

With any luck, you will see a fun, focused, semi-flattering shot or two of us, bedecked in fun, not-remotely-flattering fluffy white ears up here sometime soon.

(And no, neither of us celebrate Easter. But we did find ourselves on the receiving end of lots of "Happy Easter!" wishes and, of course, felt obligated to reply in turn. In retrospect, I probably should have shouted out "Happy Passover" just to confound people, but I was, to say the least, not at my most quick-witted.)

And while this day has at least a few minutes remaining, please indulge me as I wish my dad a very happy and healthy 80th(!) birthday! We love you, Dad, and wish we could have spent the day with you. Proper (and IV-free) celebration to follow very soon!