Oh, Joy!

So, I have taken it upon myself to figure out this whole "digital photography" bit. I've uploaded the pictures from my point-and-shoot digital, and I'm going to try and find a site where I can show them. Nothing special, mostly candids of my friends and me. But hopefully, in the next few months, I can actually put together my own website. That's the goal, anyway. Ooh, ooh, maybe I can create a website/blog/online portfolio for everything. Upload my words, my pictures, maybe even record some of my songs. That would be sweet. Things to think about.

In other news, today was relatively uneventful. I received another drip-drug, vincristine. Same 'ol chemo thing, killing cells at will. But apparently it's working. I mentioned yesterday that I had another bone-marrow biopsy. Let me explain that a bit more: The biopsy is a big deal because the doctors are essentially extricating a small chunk of my bone, as well as pulling out blood from within my marrow. Now, the marrow is the "blood factory," if you will. It is where we produce most of our red and white blood cells; it is where the dirty cancer cells chill out. When you get leukemia, the cancer cells take the place of the good marrow cells, and your marrow doesn't produce any more blood. So for me, the first two times they did biopsies, there were so many cancer cells in my marrow that the doctors had a lot of trouble getting any actual blood from within my bones. It was long and bloody painful. Yesterday, however, it was much easier. The nurse went in with her six-inch needle, drilled another (3rd) hole in my hip, and she was able to pull out a good sample of blood from my bones. Summation: the cancer cells are going away! What the doctors have told me is that they expect after the first few weeks for all of the cells to have essentially disappeared. The reason why the chemo takes 7 months is because they need to be certain there are no bad cells left. Better safe than sorry, in the end. So sweet.

In other, other news, I watched The Devil Wears Prada with my mom today. I'm still not sure how I feel about the movie. All of my journalistic instincts and notions are beating themselves up over the stupidity and irrationality of Anne Hathaway's attempt to break into the world of serious journalism by becoming a fashion magazine's assistant. Freaking gross. It's rather disgruntling. Also: she's really not that great of an actress. Sheesh. Okay, rant finished. Pax.