Thirty rounds of chemo in the books as of today, – 10/23/24. Before my diagnosis I admittedly had very little knowledge of cancer care. I assumed that chemo was finite, that it worked (aka “cured” you into remission) or in the most unfortunate cases, it didn’t. Never in my wildest nightmares did I think or even comprehend the fact that chemo can go on infinitely, like in my situation. As I wrap up my 30th round of chemo, I am grateful that it has worked as long and as well as it has. Would I like it to work better, of course. To be able to say that chemo got rid of the cancer for good would be a dream, a real life miracle. But I will keep fighting until those words can be spoken in truth. I am blessed to have additional lines of treatment available that can also help prolong my life.

For many that aren’t aware, my chemo is given over a 72 hour period. Typically, every other Wednesday, I find myself in the infusion suite for a 5-6 hour day. After, I go home still connected to a ball of chemo that I wear in a black fanny pack. This is the part I hate most, being attached to and restricted by the chemo for the next 48 hours. When I go back to the infusion suite on Friday to have it removed, it is an immediate relief. I look forward to heading home to shower, but mostly look forward to giving my babies the biggest hug that I can, since I wasn’t able to for the previous 48 hours. The little things in life have become my big things 💜