''You can ring my bell''; My last chemo (original post: 08/03/17)

"Strong like Mom'' and ''Bring your baby to Chemo'' Day.
No, there is no such thing as ''Bring your baby to Chemo'' Day. Pete just pushed him around the hospital and had lunch in the bistro during my last chemo sesh.

Benadryl in an iv before my last Taxol infusion

My fancy certificate.

Ringing the bell.

Well, I am officially done with chemo!

After 4 doses of A/C and 4 of Taxol, I am elated to announce that I am DONE and DONE with my chemotherapy journey.

The side effects have been, well, pretty awful, and my hair, skin, and nails have taken a beating.

Taxol has caused terrible bone and joint pain, and my body aches horribly.

Luckily by the time my ''good week'' rolls around, I am feeling almost normal.

For anyone embarking on their own journey with chemo, just remember you, too, will soon be ringing the bell as you happily skip away from the infusion chair. You may be a shell of your former self, as I often feel, but you will possess a light that shines brighter than you ever thought imaginable.

You've got this!

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