It's May 1st. The milk I bought 2 weeks ago expires on Tuesday..... I bought it because it expired the week I finish with chemo. We didn't even need milk. While I've had a nasty cough and cold all weekend, it means nothing to me. The end is so close.
Tomorrow I'll rest and get better. Tuesday I'll get my blood drawn one last time. Wednesday I'll get an x-ray to see that my bone is better. After that, my husband and I will go upstairs to the oncology wing with cupcakes (or something sweet) and thank you cards. We'll say our thank yous to all of the nice nurses and doctors. I'll play banagrams one last time while getting my drugs. I'll say goodbye to the nice people at the hospital. I'll go home and never have to have my port accessed again. It'll be over. Mr Nasty Tumor will have died.
I'm officially excited. It took me awhile but I'm finally accepting that next time this week my biggest worry will be a) getting MRI results b) going back to work.
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