Jan 9 Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Yay!!

Tomorrow is my last Radiation treatment - and now I guess I need something to do at 8:10 every morning! NOT!
I go see my surgeon on the 21st, then the Med Onc on the 22nd and then I begin my 5-year-plan. What ever that will be. More pills, but I hear they are small pills and only one a day. ; )
The Rad Onc told me this morning that I'll need to wait 3 months before I have the MRI they want, as there will be too much blood flow trying to heal everything and it would be too confusing to try to read. The MRI.
I'm anxious to see if life seems to get back to normal now - I'm a little tired, but definitely not like some stories I've heard.
The docs told me I'd be tired but not as much as I was during chemo, and sure enough - it hasn't been anything like that. I only had two really bad days after each chemo, and each succeeding one tired me out more and for a longer period of time, but it all comes out even at the end.
I just realized last week that the aches and twinges and whatnot that hurt so much in my thighs had lessened a lot! It was very gradual, and I all of a sudden realized I wasn't groaning as loudly or as long when I got up into bed. That was always the worst time. I'm still having a hard time getting back up from down - I have to have an arm or a shelf or something to support me on the way back up. I think it's a little more than just old(er) age. But it certainly is help-I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up.
My joints are still sore, sore, sore, and they don't seem to be getting better very fast. The worst one is still my right shoulder with the rotator cuff tendinitis and it really didn't like all the window opening and closing during the house trim painting. The Rad Onc this morning said it is still the chemo working it's way out of my system. Still.
I think I will be back to work all my regular hours soon - Tues., Wed., and Friday till late and the 1st and 3rd Saturday mornings of the month. That's the plan and that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Please put your kind thoughts toward Bob's dad - he is not doing well in his cancer battle. The lungs are what are the worst, and he is having a very hard time breathing. We don't know what is next. It's hard. He has been so healthy and full of vim and vigor all his life. He just turned 77 on Dec. 20. That is too young to be struggling this hard to simply breathe.
On that note - A Happy and Healthy New Year to All My Friends and Family and I wish you Peace and Prosperity. And yet again - and most of all - Health. Love to you all. Patty : )