In a taupe reclining chair, I sit and wait for my 12th round of drugs. My eyes, which occasionally fill up with happy tears, peer over a face mask that covers virtually everything, including my smile.

It’s my last day of chemo.

I can’t believe I can say that now. I didn’t know what the light at the end of this tumultuous tunnel would look like. I didn’t know what it would really feel like crossing that finish line. And like many of you, I sure as hell didn’t expect to be met with the possibility of another life-threatening disease. But at least it’s the end of this particular Odyssey. One that was with filled woe, self-discovery, faith and triumph. And now I can live to fight another day.

I did it. We did it. Without the waves of support I received throughout this entire process, I would not have remained afloat.

When I first started out, I was a timid toddler taking my first steps across a rugged terrain. Unsettled and afraid, I embarked on a wild journey, but my friends and family gave me the confidence I needed to not only continue but finish strong. Continue reading “Last Day of Chemo” →