It was a late appointment at 2:30 PM. It took an hour and a half to get my blood work done. I was having anxiety problems all day long. But I finally got into the infusion room just before five and got my first, "Hey, short timer" from one of the infusion nurses. They were all saying that my face and eyes had "This is the last time I'll have to do this part" look on me.
I had my last pushes of huge syringes of my life, I hope. I had my last bags drip into me, I hope.
After I got done it was really late, around 7 PM. There were still five nurses on hand to give me my graduation ceremony. They sang me a song about my last chemo and then all said that they didn't want to see me there ever again. I got a diploma all signed by the infusion nurses. They all gave me big squishy hugs and then presented me with this really cool black with neon colored polka dot flannel blanket.
There was so many gay feelings in that room, circa 1920s meaning of the term, that it qualifies as being way TIGF!!! in a good way, of course.
I then promptly went home and took enough of my medication to not barf and got some good rest. The end.
4 years ago