This morning I went in to get the chemo pump disconnected. That's right, no more chemo pump! (well, for at least a month) The nurse was so funny. She asked me if I was going to go out drinking tonight. I laughed and said I wasn't sure. Then she asked how long I'd been on the pump and I told her 8 weeks. She goes, "Oh my god, I don't know anyone who has had the pump for THAT long! You better have a drink tonight to celebrate!" Hilarious, coming from a nurse.
So no more showering with the pump or sleeping with the pump or catching the tubing on things (like the vacuum cleaner...).
I cried after I left the cancer center. It was a hard thing that I did, radiation and chemo. I'm relieved it's over, but apprehensive that this isn't the end. It's not even close to the end, really. Sometimes I didn't know if I could do it, and I've had people tell me they couldn't get through it, that they couldn't handle it. I admire people fighting cancer, because we know you just have to get through it, you just have to handle it. What's your other option? Dying? Fuck that. I'm not going away that easily. So you take the hard path.
Anyway, today is a happy day. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I know I have a lot to be thankful for. I hope everyone has an awesome time with family and friends. I will be drinking the wine. All of it. Hahahahahahahahaha.