On March 24th, 2016, I had my last infusion of taxol. I completed the last of 8 doses of chemotherapy. Woo-hoo!! I finally felt like I had made a serious dent in this treatment thing and was starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. (The good light at the end of the tunnel, though, not the one some people say you see as you're dying.)
And here are some of my thoughts from that day:
Thank you to everyone who has kept me company during chemo infusions, accompanied me to doctor appointments, cooked food for us, and sent/emailed/texted messages of support.
Chemo is just the first step in all of this, but I've had a lot of people helping me out along the way, and for that I am eternally grateful. Thanks to (ex-husband) for being flexible in watching the kids. I know he's passed up work trips and other things to accommodate my often-unpredictable schedule.
Thanks to my kiddos, who have been real troopers. I know there are a lot of things o haven't been able to do over the past few months, but they've been awesome, especially with me losing my hair. We've had many difficult conversations, from trails about death and dying to conversations about what a "negative one" tumor cell would look like. Being around to see them grow up and know them as adults had been my main motivation to get healthy again.
And thanks to my SO. He has done countless loads of laundry, the vast majority of the dishes and housework, provided emotional support, and driven the kids to and from school when I can't. He has been incredibly supportive as I lost my hair, started early menopause (a side effect of the chemo), and have been tired/achy/sick. He has told me countless times that I'm beautiful, despite all of my physical changes. Perhaps most importantly, he's kept me laughing, which has helped me deal with all of this. I am very fortunate to have him, and all of my friends and family, with me on this journey.
Seriously, all of you: Thank you.
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