Sixteen
May 22, 2002

Finally. It's over.

I had a cold last week that is still kicking around a bit and I was worried my counts would be too low to get chemo. My neutrophils weighed in at 1.7 which is 0.2 above the minimum requirement. My white blood cells were 4.3, normal! That was the biggest relief of the day. Being done chemo is too big to understand right now.

Feryn and my mom came with me today. Kimberley came in a little later and my dad showed up just as the last bag was finishing. Kimberley brought party hats which we wore until everyone's heads started getting too big and breaking the elastics. Golly wore a hat, we took pictures, people thought we were idiots. My mom cried whenever I told someone it was my last chemo. She cried when the last drop went in me. That's her job. I came close but I really had to pee so crying wasn't on my mind.

My next doctor's appointment is July 3rd, not in two weeks. June 5th will be a lovely day.

My hair may have started coming out again, I'm not sure, but I really don't care since it'll be back soon enough. I still have plenty of it. I gained a kilogram in the past 2 weeks. I think it's my eyebrows coming back. They're heavy. I feel tired, pukey and overwhelmed right now. But mostly happy.

There's not much more to say here. It's been an absolutely crazy eight months and eight days since September 14th. The worst day of my life followed by the worst months of my life. But today very well might be the best day.

Right now all I can say is thanks to all of you who have spoken to me in the past eight months, or e-mailed me or read this website or thought about me... you've helped me more than you could ever imagine.

Thanks for tuning in. I think I hear the fat lady singing. She's pretty good.

I made it. Over and out.

The End.