...and I felt sooooo happy. We went to Queretaro, and spent three days with the Lagartos. Getting out of the house, sitting in a garden, chatting with people I love, was just wonderful.
My white blood cells were plummeting and I had neuropathy on the right side of my face/head during the last week, but there was so much joy that I was able to ignore it most of the time.
Yesterday we went to see the oncologist, and he programmed for next Tuesday what will be my VERY LAST CHEMO SESSION. Let me repeat that: MY VERY FUCKING LAST CHEMO SESSION IS ON APRIL 10.
After that, a PET scan will be run. And if it is clean, the port will be extracted. I cannot really grasp it yet.
Of course, there still is the radio therapy. It has been confirmed and I have the name of the doctor who will be responsible of that piece of the treatment, which will start in May.
But this week, I will not think about radiation. I will only think about the fact that chemo is almost over. Seven months have gone by since I went into surgery...
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