Happy Birthday to Me!

Happppppy Birthday to meeeee!!!!!

Tuesday was scheduled to be my very last chemo session, which on one hand I was super stoked about, but on the other hand, it was chemo, which made me sick to the point where I could hardly even lift my head off the pillow. I had a lot of mixed emotions but the main one was fear. The way this round of chemo made me feel was unbelievably nauseous and kept me bed ridden for at least 5 days. Torture! I kept asking my family if I could pleeeease just skip this last one, what difference would it make?! But in my mind, I knew that wasn't an option. So, last week I started taking every kind of anti-nasuea supplement you could imagine - ginger root, astralagus, echinacea, and the list goes on. I think I actually kind of made myself sick with all the supplements but I wasn't going to stop, I was on a mission to proactively kicking this nausea to the curb. 
Fast forward to last Tuesday. I woke up still feeling sick from the last chemo, which was 2 weeks ago. My sister and dad picked me up in the morning, per usual, and I was so happy they were going to be by my side for this.
The minute we entered the building I started to feel even more sick. The sterile smells of plastic gloves and anti-bacterial gel had finally gotten to me, and were about to make me lose my lunch.
The morning's events turned out to be pretty normal - blood draw, breakfast, and then a meeting with the doctor. But by the time the 12:00 doc appointment rolled around, I knew the chemo was getting closer and closer, and I was ready to call it quits, book a cab to ANYWHERE but there, and never ever return. I figured it wouldn't be fair to leave my sis and dad high and dry like that so I decided to stay. My doctor arrived to our meeting and immediately acknowledged the fact that I had to go to the ER the weekend before for dehydration and nausea, and then back to the infusion center FOUR times for the same thing. I'm telling you guys, I was miserable. My doctor didn't like that one bit, and hinted at the possibility of skipping this last chemo session. My socks almost blew off I was so excited. She left the room to check with another doctor to see if that would work.  My dad told me to not get my hopes up yet, that there's a big possibility I would still have to have it. I knew that was true, but I couldn't contain myself. The doctor walked back in and after a few minutes of discussion, announced that I would NOT HAVE TO HAVE THE CHEMO!!!!!! My sister started crying, then my dad started tearing up, then I started crying, and there were enough hugs to go around for 3 years. 
I don't think I have ever been so happy in my whole entire life - I felt like I had just dodged a big nausea bullet. Not only would I not be feeling like I was going to die for the next 2 weeks, but I could actually celebrate my birthday! That was a really stellar feeling. 
SO, I'm done with chemo, and next up is surgery! I am scheduled to have a bi-lateral mastectomy on October 13th, so wish me luck!