Today, my son had his last out-patient chemo. In his remaining treatment schedule, he needed to undergo 2 months of weekly out-patient chemo in July and August but this was interrupted when he suffered complications from side effects of chemo. Next week, he'll have in-patient chemo then it'll be every three weeks thereafter. As the countdown to Christmas has started in my country, so have we started the countdown to the end of chemo. We are hopeful that it will be indeed a merry Christmas.
At this stage in my son's treatment, there is a sense of things winding down.The pace isn't as frenzied or as hectic or as desperate unlike in the months that followed his diagnosis. I still remember everything about his illness we needed to digest then: when he started chemo and there seemed so much we needed to remember about his home medications, when he needed to be monitored regularly to see if the tumor was shrinking, when he had surgery to finally take out the tumor and his left kidney along with it, when he needed to undergo radiation withhin 10 days after surgery, when he had gone through 5 courses of chemo and still needed 14 more, when his platelet count became dangerously low and he went into liver failure...I was never fond of roller-coaster rides and I hated the unpredictability of this disease. It had a treacherous nature that robbed us all of our normal lives.
Now, I look forward to the last day of chemo- anticlimactic as it may be...
