Last radiation was Friday morning. Tom accompanied me. It was a little anticlimactic after 10 months of treatment--a hug from one of the rad techs, a certificate, and a chance to ring the bell in an almost empty waiting room, where one of the two patients kindly took our photo. But I am officially finished with treatment, and have no scheduled poisonings or irradiations to come. I took the day off, and went home and took a nap.
The burns are starting to heal--still itchy and uncomfortable, but not quite as raw. I have follow ups scheduled with Dr. Decker in Rad Onc (1 month), Dr. Baker in Surgical Oncology in early November along with my yearly mammogram (my left boob has seen a lot of scans and action over the last several months, but my right boob has been neglected and will be due for its annual scan), and Dr. Shand in Medical Oncology in December, so that will suffice for monitoring. I think I will see that trio on a fairly regular basis over the next year, and then will just revert to the yearly mammogram schedule. Chance of recurrence is really low for me, since I had a complete pathological response to chemo.
But I have heard that the waiting, after treatment, is hard. Suddenly, you're doing nothing, after months of doing something. Waiting to see if another shoe drops. Right now, though, I am not worried about it, still riding the high of being finished.
Low-key celebrations this weekend so far. We're taking the kids out to dinner tonight at a nice restaurant. Tom and I went to Coast Brewing's Oktoberfest yesterday with a friend. Friday night we stayed in, but I made sourdough pizza and sticky toffee puddings for dinner. We will host a Booze for Boobs party this year, though, which will be our big party--it's our not-quite-annual benefit for breast cancer charities, and it'll be extra celebratory this year. I'll let you know when we nail down a date.