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Halfway

After Friday's radiation session, I am officially at the halfway point. There are moments I feel really good about this - like the end is soooo close I can feel it. And then there are moments that I feel like I want to cry because I still have 14 more sessions. Those moments are usually at the end of the week, when I'm sooo tired and worn out. But it really doesn't matter how I feel, because I have to do it regardless.

Last week we made a "countdown to Disneyland" poster. Reagan puts a sticker in a square on the Mickey face we drew each night before bed. She loves the poster and gets excited each night when one more square is full, and therefore one day closer to our fab vacation. I get excited too- because I know it means one day closer to the end for me.

Other than my overwhelming desire to be done with treatment, radiation is still relatively easy. It's a walk in the park compared to chemo. I get tired for about an hour after treatment every day, but usually perk up by evening. And by Thursday and Friday I'm just exhausted. But tired is tolerable after what I experienced on chemo. So here we go...onto the final push. 14 treatments, 19 days...

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  1. MamaJuly 31, 2011 at 8:42 AM

    Hate to say I told you so, but I told you radiation is a walk in the park compared to chemo! Just a few more weeks to go - you can do it! It may take a few weeks after it is all done to get back to your perky self but that will come. The body and emotions have to heal from all that have been done to it - but it is well worth it - 16 years and counting!!!! Leave the "what if" monster behind along with the chemo!. Love you always Mama

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