It ain't over till it's over. The fat lady hasn't sung yet. Bread is still baking in the oven. Now I'm out of cliches. Suffice it to say that you thought I was done and I thought I was done, and my husband sensed that I was done, but the reality is that I'm not done. After a weekend of fun in the sun, lake swimming, trail running while the kids are away on their Disney cruise with grandma, plus a lot of skin healing, I realized the trapezoid sunburn pain is not really that painful, and cancer regrowth would be a lot worse than a short term sunburn.
I have no idea why I thought that the sunburn was worse than cancer. Temporary insanity.
So the scales of good judgment are back in balance. I returned this week to the zap machine at Sloan Kettering to finish the last five of twenty-five treatments.
So by September 1, we will be DONE with radiation. Dare I say "Done?" Could it be true? I darn well hope so. Just in time for race day.