FINALLY! No more midnight chemos! The IV push went swimmingly - or intravenously... - with flying colors! Once again, thanks to my lovely friend Brigida and her posh music sense, we rocked out to some sweet beats while the Pac Man and chemos did their job:
So, I'm not completely out of the first phase yet. On Jan 10th I have a couple big milestones: last lumbar puncture and last chemo treatment. Then the big BONE MARROW BIOPSY! Dum dum DUM! Then... we wait...
Things are looking good. Personally I don't feel like I have cancer (though I never did). Just exhausted and drained from all those chemo juices. Still getting used to the idea of having to always have someone on hand just in case I fall going to the bath room or brushing my teeth.
I'm holding onto this little quote: "And this, too, shall pass away." I read about it in a literature class, and of course I can't remember exactly where it came from (chemo brain), so here's Wiki's take on the quote's origin:
"It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: "And this, too, shall pass away." How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!"
The quote was more for the sake of creating a sentence, but it means a lot to me now that living day by day I need to know that this too shall pass, and pass far, far away into the distant past.
Wish me luck, ya'll!