The Chatter

This past Wednesday my husband and I went for my last chemotherapy treatment.

I had so many mixed emotions with this one.  No!  I didn’t want go.  I was sick of being sick.  I was excited, happy, teary, and had that sick to my stomach feeling….just a plain old nut case.  Thank goodness the people around me really know who I am and love me.  “How would anyone understand me right now?” I asked myself.

The day wasn’t too eventfully except it took 3 attempts to start my IV.  I tried to be brave and only had tears because it hurt so badly.  My veins have had enough, they were screaming.  My arms now look like I have been in a bad fight.
 
We brought a chocolate cake that look like a sunflower to share my day with everyone there. Plus some of the elderly patients love to have a treat. That is one thing I have noticed.

A little after 4:30, as my husband and I were getting ready to leave (I am an all dayer …started at 8:00am) all the nurses came out with the song “Celebration” going.  There was dancing, clapping and hugging….so many tears.  Everyone, even the patients were cheering me on.  I couldn’t stop crying. 

Then they proceeded to give me a certificate for making it.  ”What an accomplishment you have completed” “It was a long road but we knew you could make it!” were some messages on the paper.  I also received a book about life after cancer. 

 I think the best part was the nurses hugging my husband and telling what a help he has been to them and for me for coming to every infusion.   He would help them with watching the time on some drugs I was given, assist me or other people with many different things.  Or just his laugher and sense of humor that he brought to the infusion center made a lot of people laugh or smile.
 
I made it through my last chemo with my best friend and darling husband.  What a team!