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Halfway!!


I'm finally here - the halfway point! There were moments I never thought this day would come. But here I am. Done with the Red Devil. Done with the Neulasta. It's amazing how in retrospect, time really does fly. I remember laying around crying and feeling like I literally could not do this again after Round 1. Chris and Hannah spent their one week vacation in CA watching me at my lowest of lows. Cheering me on and reminding me daily that I can, and have to, carry on. Thankfully for them they got to recuperate for 2 weeks in Tahiti and Bora Bora afterwards though!

Treatment yesterday was one of the better ones. They found a vein on the first try this time. The only excitement was when I was jolted awake by an earthquake that shook the building. It was just a small one, but enough to excite the room. Personally, I love a nice small earthquake every now and again. But I tend to be in the minority on that one.

I got to see the girls tonight for a little bit before Matt took them to Nana and Papa's for another sleepover. They really are the best medicine!! I know I'm biased, but between Matt and these two, I can't help but laugh and smile whenever they are around.

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  1. As your mom, I personally thank God for you finding Matthew every day. He is the best and those girls are so wonderful you can't help but love them. Family is the best medicine and you have so much to look forward to with them. There will be vacations and growing up things with the girls you will enjoy. You will have a very full life ahead of you, so hang in there and get it done. Love Mama

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  2. CONGRATULATIONS!!! That is so awesome that you are on the tail end of it now!! We are praying for you that this will go by quick and you will rock it out these last few weeks and feel great!

    And yeah, you are most definetely the minority when it comes to earthquakes!! :)

    Hope you guys have a wonderful Easter!

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