Number 8

     "My God hath been my support."  That scripture has had more meaning to me lately than ever before, each chemo is a challenge and a time for me to get whatever support I can.  Chemo number 8 lasted all day.  I slept in, the best I could, then mom and I drove on up to Huntsman.  This time we went up to the clinic for a doctor's visit.  I asked for Shane again as they were getting ready to access the port.  It's nice to have him be the one to do it because he already knows me, and knows that I now end up puking every time they poke the port...so then I don't have to be as embarrassed, he's already expecting it!
     After getting the port part taken care of I was directed to the back, like usual, to be weighed and such.  It put a damper on the day to see that I had lost some weight, especially when my main focus everyday is to maintain, but whatevs.  Following that we met with my doctor to discuss how things were goin, just like regular.  Then it was time for infusion.
     Again we met up with Carlee while waiting to get into infusion.  I started throwing up while we were sitting there, out of anticipation I suppose, so that was kind of crappy.  Then we went on in and got started!  Luckily I was pretty much asleep the whole time, just like the time before.  By the time we finished and were walking out it was dark outside, I was definitely ready to be home.  Now I have another chemo behind me.  What a relief that is every time I finish one and can mark it off the chart.  I never get excited for chemo, but I do get excited to have another one done with, one that I'll never have to do again.  Now I'm down to only four more!  Only...haha.  Sure that's a lot less than what I've done, and sometimes it's really easy to look at it that way and say, hey, I'm almost done!  But sometimes, the thought of just one brings me to tears.  At least being more than halfway I know it can be done, and I will soon be finished with all this.  Then this reality can finally become a memory.