I didn’t feel the need for a poster proclaiming the end of chemo. Me and my chemo buddies, Becky and Mum decided fist pumping was more on form. Except mine looks a bit scary. I blame the bald head. But perhaps maybe it did take a bit of feistiness to get to this point. So this is the moment after the last drips of carpet bombing drugs went into my veins. A vein that finally came out to play in a timely fashion. Isn’t it just about right that on the last cycle, things finally went according to plan.
Then the rest of my buds arrived so extra smiles ensued. Lilah has mixed feelings about the end of chemo. She’s delighted Mummy is getting better but is gutted about missing the free computer games and rolling dangerously around the corridors on the wheeled footstools. There are things I will miss too. The concrete support from the staff who were always just at the other end of a phone. The incredible and consistent care tjey took of both my body and soul.. and the free vegan lunch ; )
Before I left I gave those wonderful nurses the cucpakes I baked them and then blackmailed them into giving me a congratulatory sticker. At short notice a small purple dot I suspect they use for the staff schedule was all they could come up with. Even so I cherish that wee sticky circle. I earned it ; p