Another milestone. Today was Peg's last chemotherapy. Ever.
Between chemo, blood draws and hematocrit/white cell booster shots, we've made the trip up to the Sutter Medical Center over 30 times so far. Twice a week since early July. From the sweltering Summer heat to the falling of Autumn leaves, Peg's either been poked, prodded, injected, infused or whupped upside the head with a chemo stick like clockwork.
To celebrate, she put on Zoë's Mickey Mouse wizard hat as they pulled out the needle and the staff at the infusion center applauded.
Peg says it feels surreal (but exhilarating) to know this is it. Time now to get healthy again-- eat normal, nutritious foods, exercise and ease out of the stress of major surgery and the effects of chemotherapy.
When we came home, the light was just kissing the trees in the front yard and a breeze full with the smell of crisp leaves was kicking up. Great end to a great day.
Tomorrow, and the tomorrows to follow, will be very different than the previous five plus months-- we're no longer on any kind of a treatment cycle. Just life.
As awful as it was, Peg is grateful for chemotherapy. Without it, she would have left us sometime over the summer. It really, really worked... but is she ever glad to move on.
