Day 25 of 25 a deep exhale

It's taken me a few days to take a breath and update day 25, my last day of radiation treatment. I had a 730 AM appointment, It was quiet at the facility at that time. I gave up on the IPod-- returning to my reliable counting in french. I got to 130. I had my exit meeting with the doctor and nurse. My skin is breaking down, starting at the armpit. I wont go into detail, but trust me it's icky. My skin is redder than I could have imagined - a true beet red. And so sore, I am layering padding over myself after cream and then fitting on layers of shirts to keep things in place. I got this certificate - which is sweet, but I never doubted my determination to make it through. I am a tough mother fucker. After treatment and binding myself I raced to class-- almost 8 (that's eight) hours of accounting. I left an hour early, I was too itchy. Ned picked me up (a doll) I recharged and then went to a Feldenkrais class. I know, insane, but wait! then the next morning I had 8 hours of new age-y effective leadership and team building. It all felt like a laugh-- so absurd, I'll describe it in more detail another time. I've been taking notes to write about it. Finally, I collapsed at home. I was in a manic push, that faded away with a cold breeze. Leaving me feeling achy and sore and worst with a migraine. I wish I could feel the relief that its over, but it's not. Aside from the weeks of side effects, my fight continues. I have a bone scan on Friday and a CT scan next Monday. Not even a week off. But I do feel relieved that there will be no more zapping on hard table by futuristic machines.