An explanation...

Why Foob? I had a double mastectomy, and at the time, the plastic surgeon put "expanders" under the muscles in my chest. Every 2-3 weeks, they were filled with more saline, in preparation for my reconstructive surgery. They were very full and hard. Uncomfortable. One time, one of my sons gave me a hug and then said "Your foobs are hard!" Hee, hee, hee! My kids have this endearing habit of combining words. So, "Foobs" are fake boobs. Which I will still have, even after the reconstruction.

Foob Babe - that would be me!
"The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next." ~Mignon McLaughlin

TELL YOUR CANCER STORY

I'd love to help you tell your cancer story. Visit my business blog, contact me, and let's get started.
http://www.boundtobecherished.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Celebration Time...

Today was my LAST treatment at the cancer center. I finished chemo in February, but have had to keep going back every three weeks since then to get treatments of Herceptin. After having my blood work done, and everything measured... weight, blood pressure, etc.... my doctor came in the room with a big grin on his face. He was so excited that this was the end. He examined me, and asked if there had been any changes in the last 3 months since I'd seen him. I told him that my back has been hurting - same place every time - and it was bothering me and had me worried. He ordered a bone scan to check things out. I'll have that in a few weeks. He also said that I needed to go see a skin doctor, because several moles on my back have him concerned. So we set up both of those appointments.

I went into the chemo room, and the nurses hooked up the Herceptin drip to my IV. It took about an hour. I looked up and watched as the IV drip slowed down and then as the last drop fell. I just started bawling - I was very emotional for some reason. Then, tears were streaming as the nurse Maryann, pulled my IV out of my chest for the last time. I just can't describe the feelings that I had. It was such a sense of accomplishment, and relief. And I'm kind of sad to not be a regular and see all those wonderful nurses, but I'll live without it.

It's such an incredible day! I wanted to celebrate, but there was no one to celebrate with, so I took myself out to lunch at the Paradise Cafe - I had a yummy veggie salad, with cranberries and feta cheese.

I've been waiting to say this for 15 months...
I KICKED CANCER'S BUTT! BOOYA!

Life is sweet! :-)

4 comments:

  1. Booya, indeed.

    I'm glad for you, Kara.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Congrats on the last treatment! If I'd been there I'd gone with you for some of that yummy veggie salad!

    ReplyDelete
  3. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

    CANCER SUCKS but you kicked the crap out of it, stuck in a candle, made a wish, and blew it out. YOU WIN!

    ReplyDelete