Last Day Of Chemo!

Yahooo! A day late but better late than never! I have officially completed my chemotherapy! I guess this is where I say, “Just say YES to drugs!” haha! Lol!

I believe the doctors are finally in agreement I had a reaction to the chemo. Apparently my blood was drawn through my port for the sugar test that read 655. (I had it wrong, it wasn’t 677, it was 655) Still pretty sweet! Lol! I guess this may lead to an inaccurate number. No matter what, my sugar count had always been fine and their Endocrinologist reviewed my case and felt I did not have a problem with sugar! So bring in the carbs! haha

I have to admit, it was nice to be free from the clinic and still get my treatment but there was some sense of “healing” that was connected to it as well.

Today, I returned to the Cancer Clinic to return my infusion pump and have my port lines removed. I was pretty excited but a bit nervous. I sat in the waiting room text messaging everyone, “minutes before my chemo is complete!” Everyone’s returned text messages lifting me, giving me that Rocky feeling again! What a sense of accomplishment, you would have thought they told me I had been cured! Like I was some miracle child! Haha! (Just a thought) Lol!

Remembering my first day at the clinic. The first round of chemo. The sick weeks. The good weeks. The drives and the flights. The days when I wished I could give up but I kept fighting. This was my life since October. I knew where I would be each week and how I would feel. Like an old job. The comfort of routine. Now life was changing. Like a new job. A new job with a brain that didn't function the same! The anxiety of change setting in. I even felt sad. All the nurses where happy to “set me free!” Wish me well. But me, I was not certain of what was to come. Maybe the chemotherapy allowed me to believe I was strong, I was fighting. Something concrete, visible…all coming to an end. I even walked past “my” room. The room I spent many hours receiving my chemo, writing emails, researching and much more. And I had already been replaced by another girl! I walked past it once, heading to the rest room. Then again to get a beverage. Then again to get a bagel. Then again…OK! Really, all of them except the first where just to see who was in MY room! Lol! Really! I wanted my room back, keep the drugs, and just give me my room! It made me laugh, like it was my room, quickly forgetting the feelings of change.

Then I left! Losing my desire to celebrate. My father lay in his bed, officially one hour from me. Teresa and I sat with him all morning and we both agreed, something was wrong but convincing ourselves this was the ups and downs of recovery from a ruptured brain aneurysm surgery. We headed back to the hospital to visit him in the evening. I guess it was our worries that we couldn’t see past, the doctors were moving him to a regular room. This was good news! Although we didn't feel he was ready but what do we know? haha!

With all the prayers and all the faith, the Detour In Tennessee was leading us to the road to recovery!