NOW I'm done!

I took my last dose of Prednisone today, which was the last of any drugs I needed to take as part of my final chemo treatment. I am officially done!

So why aren't I jumping up and down with delight and dancing my head off? Well, for one thing, I can't dance, but for another, I have to be honest... I have moments where I can't help but wonder, "What if it comes back?" Mind you, I want to celebrate and be extravagantly, deliriously happy that I'm in remission and continue to have a good outlook, but I'm starting to realize what the Psalmist meant when he talked about walking through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. The shadow leaves its mark, like it or not, even if you get through the valley okay.

Er, not to be morbid or anything.

Hmm, it appears that I'm not in a super great mood tonight. And I just realized how totally lame that is. Because you know what? I'm done with chemo! And I'm glad! I'm really, REALLY glad to be done with crappy chemo!!

For God's sake, someone bring me some dancing shoes. Stat.