No More Toxic Cocktails

BARTENDER, MANHATTANS AND MARGARITAS FOR EVERYONE !!

Strike up the band, I'm one third of the way through treatment. I'm feeling good and getting stronger each day. I'm overjoyed to be through with the chemotherapy part of treatment.

Last week was momentous. Reiki, acupuncture, massage, meeting Bono and the Edge, saying goodbye to my chemo nurse, seeing the infusion room for the last time. Any OTHER week, meeting celebrities (having recognized them on the street, face to face, time to spare), would top the list. However, doing the Happy Dance with Dr. Erban, my oncologist, topped even that. Igor, the smoldering spec of ash slime, is SO on his way out. This was the music in my ears as I ended the week.

All right, I'll come clean. I had to ASK someone who the balding guy with pink tinted sun glasses was, standing in front of me (next to the police van), shaking and hugging the people around him. I figured out BY MYSELF the guy next to him, with the hat, must be the Edge. A little slow on the uptake, but in my defense, chemo brain was still an issue.

Steve and I went out to dinner to celebrate his birthday on Monday. From champagne cocktails to Baked Alaska, it was quite the evening.

Doctor appointments are scheduled the end of this week, we meet with the surgeon next Monday. Tuesday's the big departure date, Tucson here we come !! Doing NORMAL things for 10 whole days. I never thought they'd mean so much.

My heart is full, thinking of you and all the ways you make everything possible. Your support is the key to my recovery. Thank you for making me feel so blessed.