Another leg finished today, 30 days of radiation. Every morning before work I schlepped in there, got topless and got beamed. But today was treatment 30/30 and I hugged the nurses goodbye. I must have an infectious cry because they all cried too. They were wonderful - sweet, upbeat, and efficient - and I'll miss them. It's a bittersweet, emotional thing to be done with this exhaustive piece of this exhausting series of treatments. I'll call it step 3 of 4, because I still have 13 Herceptin infusions to go which will take me well into at least the summer. But those are every 3 weeks with supposedly little side effects, most notable being it won't rob me of my hair or anything.
For now, I've graduated from sick person head to little boy hair and I can't wait till it's a bit longer so I'm can ditch these stifling wigs.
I havent really wanted to write lately - about this - because I'm just sick of cancer. I've been dealing with it since age 9 and it's honestly boring to me. Freakish and scary most days mentally, but overall, in terms of talking about it and sharing? Boring. I do have further thoughts semi related to that, along with another announcement for my next post but for now, I'll just finish off with a mirror selfie of me in a stylish little johnny, on my last day of radiation. Sayonara to step 3.