Yeah, so, I finished my last chemo treatment. Let’s dance, you guys!
I don’t think it’s really hit me yet that I’m finished with chemo. I think it will really sink in next Friday when I don’t have to go to chemo again. Whenever I would start to feel good that’s when it was time to go for another round of chemo. I’m going to start feeling better, and instead of doing something that makes me feel crappy again, I’m going to keep feeling better and better. I’m so happy to be finished, and I’m looking forward to moving on.
To thank all the nurses in the infusion center, I baked some chocolate chip cookies. Vegan, of course. I’m vegan now, and I’m the worst. I could have baked regular chocolate chip cookies, but I wanted to eat them, too (duh). Plus, Calvin is allergic to eggs, so he can’t have regular chocolate chip cookies. And, because of Calvin’s allergy, I already bake vegan treats, and I know how delicious they taste.
This was my first time baking vegan chocolate chip cookies, but I found a great recipe, and they turned out really yummy.
The cookies were a big hit in the infusion center. One of the nurses notified my oncologist that I bought in vegan chocolate chip cookies, and he ran over to get one. He came to visit me in my chemo chair and his reaction was so funny. He was proud.
Doctor: “Oh my god, Sonia! You made vegan chocolate cookies!”
Me: “Do you like them? I was worried that nobody would like them, and I told my husband to lie to me and say they were good so I would be able to sleep last night.”
Doctor: “They are so good, Sonia. I shoved the whole thing in my mouth.”
Me (in my head): “That’s what she said.”
Doctor: “They are really good. I’m going to go get another one before they are all gone.”
I’m glad the doctor got a cookie since he’s the one who talked me into this diet in the first place. “Thanks for helping me fight cancer and putting me on a vegan diet, jerk. Have a cookie.” Ha!
On a related note, I offered mighty, mighty good boy Calvin a cookie last night, and he said no and asked for peas. (#weirdo). Of course, I posted all of this and a photo on Facebook, because if you don’t post every single moment of your life on social media then it didn’t really happen. I’m including my brother Eric’s comment, because it’s hilarious.
In all seriousness, I baked the cookies and wrote a thank-you note because I wanted the nurses at the Kaiser infusion center to know how grateful I am. I do a lot of nervous talking when I’m getting chemo, and they always listen and laugh politely. They took really good care of me. I felt really lucky to have such nice folks looking out for me. My nurse for my final treatment was Luis, who was my nurse for my first chemo treatment. The infusion center is lucky I didn’t bust out singing “The Circle of Life.” He is such a cool guy. After I was finished he said, “I hope to never see you in here again. I’ll look for you at the ballpark.”
Of course, I still have a few more cancer-related medical adventures to undertake in the coming months, including my reconstruction surgery (mostly likely in October) and hormone therapy (meaning my oncologist is going to give me shots and shut down my ovaries – good times), probably starting in November. Maybe I’m being naive, but these are minor procedures compared to a mastectomy and chemotherapy, so I feel confident I can handle it. The most important thing to remember is I’m cancer free.
Current status of the Mansfield-Tracy household: There’s no stopping us.
I have the most amazing support system on the planet. And this brings me to the part of the blog post I like to call, “Sonia thanks everyone for everything.”
Mad props to my mom and sister who took turns driving me to chemo. While I’ll miss getting to hang out for two hours and chat every week uninterrupted, I won’t miss the chemo part. Thanks to my good buddy Kate, who took time off of work to hang out, including taking me to baseball games, the movies and Chili’s (because Chili’s is awesome and I’ll fight anyone who says it isn’t), and for entertaining me when I was at my lowest point.
Thank you, Corso, for visiting all the time and bringing food. Thank you, Beegs, for going to weekly yoga with me even though she has to drive over a bridge to go, and Jess, who taught me to knit, which I still completely suck at and need constant supervision. And thank you Katie and Erika, whose texts and cards (in the mail – so old fashioned) always seemed to arrive just when I needed them. And thank you to my Aunt Jeanne, who brought over dinners and happily hung out with Calvin so David and I could go out to dinner when I felt up for it.
I have a lot of really awesome friends who emailed, texted, tweeted and Facebooked me all the time, cheering me up and cheering me on. I appreciate everyone’s positive thoughts and good vibes. I can’t list everyone, because it would be the longest blog post ever. Take my word for it: I’m so fuckin’ lucky! I’m a stupid asshole yet somehow I have managed to acquire the most wonderful, thoughtful, smart, good-hearted and hilarious friends. I have the most amazing people in my life.
And, OF COURSE, super-big thanks to my mighty, mighty good man David, who took great care of me every day. I could write a million blog posts about how awesome David is. He is the best person I know. Also, he is really handsome.
And thank you to my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin, who is always so quick to give me a hug when I need it. The Kid didn’t bat an eye when all my hair fell out. No matter how I looked or how crappy I felt, I was still mommy, and he was sweet to me. He’s such a good kid.
And I need to thank you guys – my tens of readers – for continuing to read this blog throughout my chemo adventure. Reading about cancer and chemo is a bummer, so thanks for sticking around. You’re good people. (If you found this post while googling stuff about chemo, you might like my blog post with all kinds of useful chemo tips that helped me get through it.)
And, as for you, chemo, well … Bye, Felicia.