It is the day of my LAST chemo treatment. I now realize how excited I am because I have tears in my eyes as I am typing this. I am not ready to celebrate yet, because I still have to go through the six weeks of radiation.
I am feeling good. Not as exhausted as I had been weeks ago. According to my friend Cherie, she knew I was feeling better because I was complaining about the homeless! As my mom says, if I am bitching and moaning, then I am happy. Things only a mother and good friend can tell you.
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