Well, it’s officially Friday…the day of my last chemo. I met with the radiologist on Thursday and I begin radiation on Tuesday…I’ve been crying for hours now…a mixture of relief and fear…so afraid that after all of this…it will come back. I don’t know if I can do this again…I don’t know if I’m strong enough or brave enough…I know I should be celebrating and I will when I see the faces of the caregivers tomorrow…the doctors and nurses who have held my hand when I was afraid, who gave me pep talks and shared their own survivor stories with me to show me that this day would come. I have been blessed with great care given to me…I don’t know how to repay those people or my husband…how do you thank the man you love who fulfilled his wedding vows by staying by me in sickness and in health…what words to you say? I’m so thankful that I married the kind of man who took those vows to heart… who truly loves me…who has proven again and again that we were meant to be together. He is my best friend, my cheerleader and the source that makes me laugh. It is my prayer to whoever listens that I never put him through this again…and if he ever needs me in the same way…I’ll be there for him…because I took my vows to heart too.