Chemo Camp — home at last

Well, my mother wasn’t able to drive the station wagon to pick me up, but there was a moment when an Explorer the same color as my father had did pause for a few seconds today when my friend since 8th grade Anne Boone and I were sharing lunch at Snoopy’s. Hot dogs and fries— we didn’t share the fries but had our own… both of us having earned it in all these weeks of praying and worrying and trusting. Though I felt for sure that Daddy was sharing the dog with me.

Today was the first of a series of small lasts, but this actually was a big one. The LAST CHEMO. I still have treatment to go and have much to say but no energy to say it, just now, so I’ll just post this picture. Thank you to God and to all of of those who went before me to make sure, through research, that I made it to THIS DAY. And thank you to all who have been part of my captivity, cheering me on and sending cards and gifts and praying and making meals and all the things that we all know how to do when someone is in need. All will be well, and soon.

More to come, I hope tomorrow.

Today was the first of a series of small lasts, but this actually was a big one. The LAST CHEMO. I still have treatment to go and have much to say but no energy to say it, just now, so I’ll just post this picture.