We're not done. But, we're close. No more chemo; just a couple of scans, removing the port, starting regular visits to the renal clinic, and regular trips to the oncologist.
Weird. And, sudden. I feel like those people who emerge from the ruined buildings, blinking at the unexpected sunlight, wondering what the hell just happened.
Does this mean that I can keep my son?
Too big. Can't think of that.
Does this mean that we can train him to sleep in his own bed?
Mmm. Closer, but not really.
Does this mean that, for the first time since April of 2009, that I can unpack and put away my toiletry pack?
Whew. That I can comprehend. That's heavy.
Does this mean that, this summer, I won't need jeans and long sleeve t-shirts for the hospital? Maybe.
No more nupogen? w00t!
Buying shampoo for The Boy?
Taking a week's vacation?
Unpacking my always-packed emergency bag?
Lots to consider. Still haven't taken it in. Freaky, dude.
-- Post From My iPhone
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