When I got to radiation today, there was a gaggle of folks standing outside the building with balloons and signs, celebrating that it was the last day of their father's/grandfather's radiation treatment. Very fun, but it made me sad (because I'm so not done) -- and almost induced a panic attack by the time I was finished.
Funny, mostly I feel like time goes way too fast and am always wishing I could slow things down. Now, however, I'm feeling more like a little kid. I can't wait for my birthday (since it's the last day of treatment). I want time to fly!
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