Well, It really was the last one, and Jim of course wanted to bring my mask on home. My gut feeling is to burn it. I don't want to keep it around forever, but my dear husband has friends that will dearly love to really get some good looks at it, with Jim to explain where the first markings were, and where they did the 2nd and 3rd boosts.
I am just very, very thankful, that this mask sitting here in my hallway means I really have finished the last radiation treatment.
I feel weepy, exhausted, relieved, unbelieving. I feel like would like to sleep for two weeks.
After that week in the hospital with no radiation, I was already starting to think I felt changes for the better in radiation side-effects. I'm hoping I can tell a difference with all the steroids and extra meds they are giving me for chemo during that week.
I truly hope that this is the hardest thing physically I ever have to do in my life.
And even if as they say, really, I'm only half done, surely the half going up, the recovery part, will be more encouraging.
I think I'll celebrate by having a nap.