I can't believe I'm almost done ... just one more treatment and that's it!  Some days it has felt like it was just yesterday that this all happened and other days it has felt like it would never end.

My last treatment was Tuesday, May 25th, and much like my 4th treatment, it was pretty hard.  Something very odd that's happened the last two times is that I've gotten sick before I even went.  My nurse suggested to me it was a psychological thing -- that she found many patients would get nauseous by the smell of the clinic alone.  You know why you're there. You know you're going to feel sick for a while after.  You know there's no place else on earth you'd rather not be at that particular moment.

My mom shared a story with me the other day. She told me she knew of a cancer survivor who was at a grocery store and spotted a patient who was obviously going through chemo.  The woman threw up right there on the spot.  Isn't it amazing how powerful our minds can be?

The week following my treatment was another difficult one, although by about the 6th day I was starting to feel myself come out of it.  My family went to Nantucket for Memorial Day -- there were eleven of us.  We stayed in two vacation homes that were graciously loaned to us by their owners (friends of the family and a client of mine).  Traveling there by ferry Friday night was rough.  Not only did I feel horrible, but it poured like a yoohoo and we were absolutely drenched to the bone.  We made the best of it - tried to find the humor as best we could.  Saturday and Sunday were simply amazing days and we spent them reading, walking the beach, napping, eating, reading and walking the beach.  Then I think we napped a little more.  Complete heaven.

It's now a week and a day since my treatment and I'm feeling pretty good!  I need to get out on the bike more because I'm feeling pudgy, but I do the best I can right now and am not worried about.  June 15th is my last treatment.  Wow ... speaking of powerful minds ... even writing that makes me nauseous.  Odd.  At any rate, I think I'll bring a cake with me that day to celebrate being done.  Anticipating how I'll feel when I walk through the door I probably won't be able to eat any of it, but that's OK ... it'll be a nice thank you to my doctor and nurses who have been just amazing.