Tomorrow is my last chemo!

Just a quick blog post to give some updates and remind everyone that TOMORROW IS MY LAST CHEMO! Needless to say, I'm excited.

Other than that looming on the horizon, this past week has been relatively chill. Working backwards, yesterday, G and I got some of the last summer tomatoes at the farmer's market, which we subsequently brought to his parents.

Later, we got dinner with my parents, so it was a solid parent day all-around. On Friday, Brigid and Emily came over for dinner with my mom and I and a showing of Bachelor and Paradise*. Thursday, G and I went to grab dinner and see some swing in Williamsburg, and caught this sunset:

Wednesday was the first day of the class that I'm co-teaching starting later on this semester, so I went up to Columbia to introduce myself to the students in my first day of school outfit:

Tuesday was a chill day at home, so we did some grocery shopping and made dinner.**

Now, I'm waiting for both my brothers to arrive, as they both are coming in for the last treatment. Before that, I will see my friend Hannah this afternoon, and will try a session of pre-chemo acupuncture in an attempt to preemptively ease my achy muscles.

And finally, at long last, tomorrow we'll head to MSKCC Brooklyn for what I hope and pray to be the last chemo of my life. While I'm super nervous for what's next in treatment, I'm so relieved that this incredibly difficult 16 weeks is coming to an end.

*Yes, thank you, we know it's absolute trash.
**It's hard to overstate how even something as simple as that feels really awesome- having the energy to just grocery shop and cook for myself is an absolute win in cancerland.

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