So I made it!! one year of chemo in the books!! Another chapter of this hilarious journey closed. No more beeping infusion pump alarms, port access, poking, prodding , and a little less anxiety. I had become a solider in this war on cancer… every Tuesday I marched into the infusion center with my posse in tow ready for the next batch of toxic agents that would kill this cancer.  I would miss all these beautiful and supportive faces that had been woven into my existence and into the fibers of my new life. Each one of them had touched and changed my me personally during my most vulnerable time and while they were mere strangers in the beginning they grew to be part of my family.

Now, the side effects I would come to learn would worsen and linger. The  exhaustion, the waves of nausea, and OH the neuropathy in my legs and hands would be the most torturous,  almost debilitating. I had a hard time walking short distances or holding a pen,  the pain was maddening. I could  not get to it, I was unable to rub it away it, it literally was nerve-racking. As time progressed… eh almost 2 years later it was all getting better. Despite being done with the infusions I was still dealing with the lasting effects both physically and emotionally.  I would be excited for my hair and eyelashes and taste buds to grow back. Oh how I longed to be able to savor flavors again. Big and Small victories!

the last drops of chemo

PUMPED STOPPED!!

last message on the bag!

Dr. Hahm and her chemo graduate

these two!! always worried!

CHEMO GRADUATE!!

MARY ANNE!!! love her!!! Chemo mix-ologist!!!

I came out of my self described “chemo suite” to share my final drops of chemo to what I had termed the “general population”.

my sweet shay!!! the bestest oncology nurse on earth!!!

chemo graduation celebration steak dinner!!