Attend a powwow.
Participate in a dance circle.
Bake oatmeal-raisin cookies.
These seemingly unrelated bullet items top Sue Reardon's list of what she hopes to do upon entering the "real world."
During the past few weeks, the free-spirited Sandusky librarian's world has shrunk from one of spontaneity and vibrant colors to the four sterile walls of her hospital room.
Her daily routine -- once packed with writing poetry, performing character reenactments and participating in Native American spiritual and social events -- is pared down to daily physical rehabilitation, speech lessons and chemotherapy.
But under her variety of wigs -- each style suits a particular mood -- she's still the same Sue her colleagues in pink have come to know and love for the past 25 years.
She still answers the telephone with a chipper "Hola!"
And she jokes about the injustices of cancer -- including the fact that her waist-length locks are now gone, but somehow the unwanted chin hairs keep sprouting.