Ahhh…it is night 7 of round 11.  Which means, only one infusion day and 21 chemo pills and 14 premeds and I will have completed chemotherapy.

But why would chemo want me to celebrate.  Instead of celebrating, I found myself at the pharmacy picking up a prescription for “magic mouthwash” to treat the sores in my mouth from chemo.

This is a side effect they told me about on day one and continued to ask about throughout treatments.  So I just thought I was in the clear.  Until Tuesday morning.  I asked Scott to look in my throat. I said I either have Cecilia’s cold or I have sores from chemo. Scott confirmed they were sores.  I gargled with salt, baking soda and warm water. But the sores got bigger so I called the dr. To talk to a nurse..

Overall, it wasn’t a bad round. Bloody noses, some bad nausea on Sunday through Tuesday. But we had a nice visit in effingham for Labor Day and final wedding prep (and by that, I mean us hanging out at my moms house in our dresses (bride and all!!) it was fun!!

Either way, for round 11 I’m calling this the one last fuck you from chemo. I don’t want to know what the final fuck you from cancer is going to be…

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