Remnants of a party surround us. Vases of flowers. A freezer full of sweets. A folded tent waiting to be picked up. And memories of a great time. But like every good thing, it came to an end and now life goes on.
Tara is putting on some weight. She was bragging to me just now how she finally has some fat. Yeah fat! She was supposed to have her last chemo today, postponed from last week, and once again her counts were too low to do it again. Evidently this is common toward the end of a chemo regimen.
We are starting to feel like it is time to be done….with mixed emotion. On one hand she cannot wait to start running, stop feeling tired, grow some hair, and more. But on the other hand, we are wondering how we will feel to not be doing anything to fight the cancer. It will be just ‘wait and see’ each month at the blood tests and periodic scans. It will be a whole new challenge for us.
Living in fear is not an option. It has potential to rule a life, but it won’t ours. I sure talk tough. All I am hoping is that my heart will follow my tongue. So we’ll keep saying the right thing and pray that we can do this next phase well. Friday we have an appointment with the Oncologist to discuss the next steps. We’ll keep you posted.