Chemo yesterday - with the ultimate chemo buddy - my mom.
It was pretty uneventful. There was another patient there receiving her last treatment, with little fanfair.
No balloons.
Maybe cancer treatment is not something to celebrate, but the end of it certainly is. I was too woozie from the benedryl to even lift my head up to congratulate her. Shame on me.
And perhaps I was a smidge jealous. I want to be finished too.
All in good time. 7 more weeks of chemo, 3 weeks of waiting, surgery, then 9 more months of super bonus treatment, port removal surgery, then done.
Imagine the party then.
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