Chemo Protocol: Closer to the End Than the Beginning

So here’s the deal:
My chemo protocol is like a bad sitcom that just won’t get canceled.
Each “season” (a.k.a. cycle) has three episodes:
One long chemo day, one short chemo day, and one week off for “recovery” — or as I like to call it, pretending I’m normal again.

I’ve now trudged past the halfway point — and that fantastic PET scan says the poison is working its magic. Translation: the little monsters are shrinking, I’m still standing, and there’s a flicker of light glowing at the end of this tunnel.

Last week’s long chemo kicked off Cycle 4, and today’s short one ties it up in a neat little bow — well, a slightly wrinkled, possibly IV-leaked-on bow. Then I get my glorious “off” week (hallelujah and pass the mashed potatoes).

That leaves only two more cycles, which — if my body and the calendar cooperate — means I’ll be done before Christmas.

Can you even imagine the joy of a chemo-free holiday? I might just wrap myself in twinkle lights and call it a miracle. Likely completely bald by then, I can wear a Santa Hat!

I’m not counting chickens yet — chemo loves a plot twist — but I’m hopeful enough to start fluffing their feathers.