Sassafrazzled

ch-ch-ch-changes

Well folks, I am officially a free woman. No more daily appointments, no more exposed bum, no more internal rads (which sadly means, no more lovely nurses and strong sedatives), and no more needles. With this new found freedom also comes a price - the watchful waiting period. When people ask me what has been the hardest part of this whole cancer thing, I say that I haven't reached it yet. When I was first diagnosed, I threw myself right into the medical system and knew that the ball was about to get rollin'. During my seven weeks of treatment, I knew that the radiation was doing its job and shrinking the bastard. This whole time I have been doing stuff to be well. Now all I can do is wait for check-ups and I think that is going to be the hardest part. My first follow-up appointment is August 9, and I'm nervous already. My doc said that the radiation continues to do its job well after the beams have stopped zappin', and that sometimes it takes months. I gave my doc a big hug while seriously sedated after my last treatment and think I might have stuttered a 'I love you, man' a la drunken Steph.

In other non-cancer related news, Christopher has come and left. Things are so much better when he's around. We went to a baseball game, watched alot of hockey, ate alot of chicken wings, swam in Lake Huron, walked along the beach in Grand Bend, celebrated my dad's 60th birthday, bought a wicked tent, went for a boat ride, dined on top of the CN Tower, and tried to get out of Scarborough as much as possible.

I will be heading back to ol London town soon, but will be flying back alot, so don't be sad to see me go.

posted by Stephanie @ 1:25 p.m.