The last of my 6 chemotherapy treatments was on Tuesday. It all went smoothly and I've had a couple of busy pumped-up days on anti-sickness steroids, getting lots of last minute things done in time for Christmas. I'm feeling energetic but I'm not sleeping well, so the tiredness is starting to creep in. I know that the weekend will be rough - it always is - but by next week I'll be on the road to recovery, without having to worry about the next chemo session. Because there isn't going to be one! I'm done!
My cancer treatment has dominated the second half of this year. I can hardly remember the spring and early summer, before my diagnosis. It seems like it was a different person, living that life. Many things haven't changed, but the way I feel about life has changed ... although all my fragile new thoughts and feelings are much too wobbly and jumbled to share yet on this blog.
The last week of the winter term is always a big yawn-fest. Over the last week my kids have dug deep and found the stamina to get through rehearsals, performances and exams, as well as the usual Christmas frivolities - they are exhausted and so ready for a holiday. Big G's sister will arrive from America next week, so we'll get the dog groomed and we've smartened up the bathroom and bought a new set of bed sheets in her honour. Let the Christmas season BEGIN!