I managed to make it to my last chemotherapy appointment. I wished my four nurses well and handed out flower seed packets that said, "thank you for helping hope blossom" to everyone who assisted me over the last three months.
There is a month gap between chemotherapy and the scan to see if treatment worked. It is a stressful wait. It would probably be worse if I weren't too exhausted to think much of the time.
I can't let myself imagine what happens if this didn't work. The last three months, I've barely been myself. My writing has suffered. My plans are on hold.
June 7th is the day before our twelfth wedding anniversary. Will my husband and I have something more to celebrate this year? I can only hope.
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