One More To Go

Next Wednesday is my last round of chemo! Woo hoo! I just want to cry when I think about it because I'm so tired and tired of being tired. I told Bob it's a good thing we're at the end because I don't think I could take much more, but if I had to I know I would because seriously, what else are you gonna do?

I'm sorry I haven't been good about keeping up the blog lately but the posts would all basically read "I'm tired, cancer sucks, blah blah blah...," and I figure there's really only so much people want to read about that. It will be so much better when I can write that I walked around the block and my legs weren't killing me the next day or I carried Jake around for more than 5 minutes without breaking a sweat. Yes it really is that pitiful right now. I have to fight the urge to call Bob around the time I think he should be home because I'm at the point where if a certain little someone asks me for one more glass of milk, I'm going to burst into tears over the mere thought of getting off the couch and walking the 10 feet to the refrigerator!

But I'm almost done. In May I'll have a double-mastectomy with immediate reconstruction and the doctors will decide then if I need radiation. From what I've been told, the radiation will seem like nothing compared to chemo. The good news is my hair will start growing back about 6 weeks after chemo and radiation won't affect it. The bad news is I'll have to start shaving my legs again. But if it means I have my energy and health back, I guess I can deal with it.