Just about to leave for Chemo number 5. I'm sure I should be happier than this, but all I feel this morning is emotional and tearful.
Tears of joy to be near the end? Those would make sense. I'm not sure that's what I'm feeling though.
More fear, actually, I think. I've just started to get used to this horrific cycle and soon it's going to change to Radiotherapy, then after 3 weeks of daily "tanning" it will change again to Herceptin, and I don't ming telling you I'm terrified of starting that.
I suppose for now I'll just have to get on with it - stiff upper lip and all that, but boy oh boy the pressure is starting to mount.