Last Chemo

Well, my last 'helpful poison' infusion was successfully delivered yesterday. Today I've got that familiar weird feeling as my steroids help keep my body only semi-aware of the effects of the chemo. My pee smells bad again. My face is puffy. I'm too wired to nap but I know the crash will come tomorrow.

My last chemo day was much like the rest of them. I was lucky to have a window seat with a nice view on a beautiful day. Rick got to join me since it was the last round (visitors still limited to first and last appointments). He came for the last hour of the day. The chemo suite was a bit hectic as it was slightly understaffed, but my care was still as incredible as always.

Last day!

My view

On the last day of chemo treatment one of the ways patients celebrate this important milestone is by ringing a bell. Over the course of the last few months I have met many people who will be on chemo for life and won't ever get a chance to ring the bell. I have learned that some people don't particularly like the sound of the bell, as for them it is a reminder that they will never be in the 'done' club. I wasn't personally attached to this ritual, so chose to just have Rick take a photo of me with the bell instead. 

Bells aside, there is certainly an air of celebration at our house. We are so happy that this leg of treatment - by far the longest - is finally almost over. I look forward to moving on to what's next as soon as I'm through the next few yucky days. Once I've recovered from this round of chemo I'm determined to make the most of the rest of the time between now and my surgery. 

This weekend I plan to lay low and crush any remaining stubborn, lingering cancer cells. Send wishes that my taste buds make as swift a recovery as possible! Then, in a couple of weeks, you can start sending some hair-growing vibes!