Last Herceptin

Tomorrow morning is my last Herceptin.

My 46th trip to the chemo ward. My 46th time getting an IV to fill my body with potentially damaging drugs. My 46th time taking an anti-cancer mix into my bloodstream.

I feel strangely flat about it. I'd thought of throwing a last hurrah party; I thought of marking the occassion in some important way...but instead, I just find myself wanting it to be done.

Of course, I'm not done. Femara, Aromasin, or whatever, and the dang-blasted fear that comes with the territory. Not done, not done at all.

Still, I'm delighted to cross this item off the list.