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Scratch That....

Ughhhh.... The representative for the Live Strong, Live Well program called me yesterday. Class has been cancelled. I'm sooo bummed. I knew it wasn't going to be a big class (actually, I was glad about that). But of the five of us enrolled, I was the only one that confirmed. Three people still feel "too weak" from chemo to exercise. And one person died. Yikes. Okay, yes, of course I feel sorry for whomever that was. But really.. what's up with those other 3 people?! I wanted to ask for their names and numbers and call them myself and get them to re consider. But, having just gone through the glories of chemo myself..I guess I'll cut them some slack.

In my head the class was going to be a bunch of people about my age. Turns out my joke about the Zumba class at the old folks home probably hit closer to home than I thought.

Anyway, I'm now enrolled in the January class. I guess it gives me something to look forward to.

And... LAST treatment is tomorrow!!!!! I can't even describe how excited I am right now. It's like the night before Christmas..I'm so excited I may not be able to sleep tonight.

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  1. MamaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:31 AM

    You made it! You are a "Survivor". I knew this day would come. I cried last night, but the tears were from relief and joy not fear and worry. Now you need to concentrate on living your life and enjoying every single moment of it. Your life was controlled by cancer since January and now it's time to take back control. Eat healthy,exercise to keep fit, raise your children and love your husband. He is a very special person, your rock. Love Mama

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