So, I was looking back at some of my earlier blog entries and sort of reminiscing everything I have experienced the past, well, 7 months. Gee, that is more than half of a year, which is sort of a long time. Moral of the story is that in one of my entries when my chemotherapy start date changed, umm, 60 times...I had thought I would be done by Valentine's Day because I had said that I would be up for grabs if anyone wanted to take me out (haha...look at me marketing myself in the dating world via my blog). Good one, Lauren. Anyways, if I had started two weeks earlier then yes, I would have been done with chemo, but I'm not - so we're sticking to the date February 24th. I can't believe it's 10 days away, it's kind of hard to believe actually. I feel like I am going to show up to the treatment center two weeks after the 24th and be ready for chemotherapy because it's been my life for the past 6 months. I think it's going to take some time adjusting back to a life without toxins pumped through my little body as well as not being stuck with needles on a weekly basis. Not that I am saying I'll miss it, but it's just going to be weird to be thrown out back on the street to be normal...I use the term normal loosely by the way.
I know this may sound weird, but I miss the smell of a Saturday morning. That may sound really strange to some of you, but I really can't explain any further because you'll probably think I am weird. :)
Anyhow, no more blogging until the 24th. Have a safe, healthy next 10 days.
Until then....keep me in your prayers for a healthy recovery. Oh, and to you stupid cancer, give me my hair back...jerk.
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Whenever I breathe through my nose, I get that chemical, menthol-ish feeling as if I had spent all day painting with the windows shut. So I know what you mean. If anything ever smells normal again, I'm gonna' be pleasantly surprised. Hang in there. -J
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