The day we knew would come at last, at last has come! I just completed my last of 33 radiation treatments so I have graduated from radiation and I have the diploma to prove it!
HAPPY “GRADIATION” TO ME!
I don’t know that any of you ever cried on the last day of school, but I did when I was growing up and going through my elementary-jr. high (aka. middle school) years. Why? Because I was going to miss my teachers and friends. Call me a nerd I guess.
So, today was no different from some of those last days of school. I cried as the radiation technicians came back in the room when my last dose was over. I told them I would miss them and also told them how thankful I was for their care of me these last 6 1/2 weeks. Then, they gave me hugs and my “diploma.”
Two radiation buddies (we three would sit together before our radiation appointments like birds on a wire in our matching hospital gowns) brought me “gradiation” presents as a surprise! They told me they didn’t want to see me up there any more! Under the circumstances, that was a nice thing to say.
Before my appointment, I lunched with Rob at a local restaurant that had become a celebration place by default. It was there we ate after the port cath was inserted. It was there we ate when my surgeon called with the news the pathology reports came back “cancer free”. So, it was the obvious choice for us to dine in today before my last appointment.
Once I got in the car to come home, my oldest who is about to graduate from the University of Georgia, texted me with words of celebration over being officially done with this whole thing.
What next? Well, some might go to Disney World. However, we did that in February before we shared the news of the diagnosis.
To go from someone with cancer to being someone without it within the course of this year, is wonderful. What a whirlwind journey it has been.
I praise God for every step of the way and for His Presence, guidance, and healing.
So, what to do? Well, I’ll just look forward to what He has in store for this family next.