Someone in the infusion suite is celebrating her last treatment today. She brought Georgetown Cupcakes for the nurses, balloons are tied to her chair, and she has a big beautiful smile on her face. So why do I want to cry? I'm so incredibly happy for her, but I can't help but feel jealous. I have planning my last treatment celebration since I began.
Today's infusion marks my half way point. In eight short weeks I will be the one celebrating.
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