It's 8:54 p.m on Tuesday evening. I just let loaner dog out for the last time tonight and am watching Jon & Kate Plus 8 as I wait to take a bunch of pills (steroids, cumidin, and a sleeping pill) before going to bed. At 8:54 a.m. tomorrow, I will probably be on my way to the hospital for my FINAL chemo treatment ever?!? There are no words to express the anticipation, dread, excitement, fear, happiness, and whole host of other emotions that I feel tonight on the eve of my final eight to ten hours treatment for the flippin' cancer that has both taken away and given me so much.
I want each and everyone of you who has written, called, commented on this blog, sent me a Facebook message, written my parents, cooked me a meal (let alone a vegan one!), given me a generous cancer gift (from autographed get well wishes from Glenn Close to pretty pajamas to life-changing books to massage gift certificates and on and on), etc. to know that the ways in which you've supported me over the past six+ months has made all the difference in my outlook and is one of the main reasons that I am and will remain cancer-free. It is true that our friends are the family that we choose for ourselves and, as I have said before but will say again, I have chosen well. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything. I hope that I am able to repay each one of you for your generosity someday but if not, please know this: I promise I will spend the rest of my days crusading against this awful disease, particularly raising money to find a good diagnostic test for and building awareness about ovarian cancer or "the disease that whispers" as it is known in cancer circles.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! Time to go pop those pills...for the last time!