Well, I can finally say that I completed my six rounds of prescribed chemotherapy. Yippee!!!! I can say that now, but while I was going the the final round it felt almost anti-climactic. The first day we were late and that stressed me out. I couldn't understand why my chaperones didn't have the sense of urgency or anticipation that I had. Of course when you're late, things get off to a slow start even though you know they were expecting you.
Day 2 went smoothly with Sheryl as my nurse. What a blessing! She is calm and sweet and pays attention to every detail. My nephew, Robbie, kept me company and the morning flew by. I talked to Sheryl about whether or not to remove my port for the continuing maintenance program (Sheryl calls them tune-ups!) I would be on for the next two years. Being that I have shitty veins, keeping the port in is the way to go. I truly appreciated her honesty and that's why I like her.
As I left my last treatment, I thought I would be doing a jig or something but I wasn't. I guess lurking in the back of my mind was the fact that I still had to wait for that all telling pet scan in order to do my victory dance.
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