This past Thursday, September 1st was to be my 6th and final chemotherapy treatment. I have been excited about this but there was always this l voice inside me that said I was going to need another transfusion before I could get my final chemo. My hemoglobin was 6. Generally oncologists will not give a patient chemotherapy when they are below 9. I wasn’t upset, I just accepted it. I had to have 3 units of blood. The best part about today was getting to sleep the enture time the blood was being transfused.
I guess I could look at the recent bumps in the road as really good timing for me with my children. Since chemo has been pushed back almost a week that will give me more time to heal. I have been so quiet over the past two weeks. For some reason this last chemo session really took its toll on me.
Oddly enough I believe that my hair is beginning to grow back. I have peach fuzz all over my head and my fingernails have been growing quite well. I feel like I am at the last leg of the race and all I need is a little coaxing to finish.
I am ever so grateful to my husband who has been running alongside me with this battle since February 2011. Jason and I were always very close but this with breast cancer has bonded us forever. We will celebrate our 4 year anniversary of marriage. In a lot of ways we are very lucky to have each other and all of our friends who have been supporting us through this adventure.
I am seriously looking forward to getting my last treatment. Next Wednesday cannot come soon enough!!!!