If anyone had asked me six months ago would I actually be looking forward to going to the cancer center for a chemo infusion I probably would have looked for green antennea sprouting out of their head. Truth is, tomorrow is infusion number four, final one planned, and YES! I am looking forward to going and getting it. And getting it done. And hearing that bell ring and dancing around the ring with my glove high in the air. (Not literally - I don't think. Then again, I might go find a boxing ring just so I can do the darned dance!)
I feel a bit like John Travola in Michael running around yelling "BATTLE" with such glee.
Cold and snowy here in the midwest and everyone is griping, except me. Funny how things like a little snowy inconvenience becomes just that, inconvenient, when one is faced with cancer. I actually took a moment and looked at the beauty of the snow on my car before I attacked it with the broom this morning.
Attacked, another fighting metaphor. Maybe I should go find a way to burn off some energy before I go tell the chemo nurse "goodbye" tomorrow? Might be safest for her....
Take care everyone. I'll post later this weekend and let you know how it goes. Trust me, I'll be up and kicking high again soon.
