Good Thursday to All,
Crossed the finish line yesterday. Very uneventful #26 infusion.
And to be honest, a little bittersweet. I was saying goodbye to the very people that have carried me for the past 17 months. The same staff who:
taught me about my cancer as I cried and sniffled,
who navigated ALL my appt's in a different city,
who taught me about my Durvalumab,
who laughed at my comedic antics and stories,
who allowed me to slum in a private infusion room for a couple hours with laptop set up while waiting for my drug,
who juggled appointment times so I didn't have to fly in an extra day,
who held my hand during numerous procedures,
who massaged doctors offices so I could see Specialists a little earlier than the usual 4 months waiting time
who kept me up to date in copies and DVD's of my medical records,
(My Pulmonologist) who gave me his personal cell so I could call him instead of flying in for ONE. MORE. APPOINTMENT, ditto for my PCP,
(My Cardiologist) who at first staid and stiff now smiles and gives me a hug when we pass in the hallways.
(My ENT) who apologized for the long wait but had me diagnosed and fixed within two weeks of our meeting, and who explained in detail how radiation paralyzed my vocal cords,
(And my Oncologist) who though rarely uttered more than a few words, always smiled at me and shook my hand (18 times) as if meeting me for the 1st time and always told me what my next step would be. I learned to trust this quiet and kind man in my journey, and together with the loving help of all, they have brought me fairly unscathed to NED. I am more than appreciative, I am overwhelmed with my good fortune.
So for each "today", I will do my best to be mindful of my blessings. I'll be sure to post follow-up progress reports.
Take Care, DFK