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.