I wish I could call this post "the end," and top if off with a "screw you cancer" just for kicks. But unfortunately I'm learning that cancer doesn't really end. It's like some sort of clever metaphor that I can't come up with right now because I'm too mad at cancer.
But you know what, cancer? My mom made it through 12 rounds of chemotherapy, so you can suck it.
I could never begin to describe what this year has been like for my mom--I'm sure I don't know the half of it myself. But what I can say is how proud I am of her and how thankful I am for the doctors, nurses, family, and friends who have made cancer treatable and this time bearable.
At the treatment center, each patient rings a bell when his or her treatment is complete. Norah and I got to help my mom ring it on Wednesday. It was a good day.
Get well soon, Mom. We love you.
