So I went into clinic today not knowing where I was at in the whole chemo schedule. I was waiting on test results to see what would happen next.

Scenario one: If my kidneys were still struggling, I would have one more chemo (my fave chemo-at-home), starting today.

Scenario two: if my heart AND kidneys were struggling, I wouldn’t be able to have any more chemo.

Scenario three: if both were fine, I would have the 5 more planned chemos, including more weeks in the Cotton Rooms, more backpacks, more tests.

Turns out it ended up being a not expected scenario four: my kidneys all better, my heart all good, but only one more chemo starting today, as it is too much of a risk to my kidneys to let them have the rest of the Methotrexate.

Which means that I have two more days of chemo and next week to recover and I WILL BE DONE!

I can’t believe it. I really can’t. How have I found myself here? After 6 months of this. Suddenly staring at the end of the chemo.

I ran into my sarcoma friend Katrina while I was in. Thanked her in person for her amazing injection tips. Her heart is struggling and my kidneys have been. So we’re each finishing the chemo the other can’t! That’s kind of cute. Together we make a functioning person but the chemo has made its mark on us both. The good news is that both our damaged organs will recover (and already have been!) as long as we stop the last of the offending chemicals.

Chemotherapy is great. The fact that we can treat cancer is just amazing. But it will be so much better when they find an alternative treatment that isn’t so all-destroying. Especially for sarcoma – as it is so aggressive and likely to come back, we get the highest dose of all these drugs. For as long as our bodies can last…

I got home and my new housemate is cooking me dinner. So I opened a bottle of wine to contribute to the dinner. Yep, chemo and wine. What of it? This chemo is harsh on my heart, and red wine is good for the heart so… it’s medicinal. And I needed to celebrate.

HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE!