Thursday, August 17, 2006

The Final Four

I've reached the final four. In some ways I thought this day would never come. Well, I guess it hasn't--it's tomorrow. In any case, there is a part of me that feels like this is just a way of life--something that I always have to do. I'm not sure when I'll lose that feeling, but I would guess that will happen when I quit going in for treatments every Friday afternoon. Wait, that won't completely happen for another year. But I have reached the final four.

I get asked often these days how I'm doing. I guess I've been asked that all along. But now I answer with how many treatments are left. No, I don't say that to complete strangers, but I do say it to those who appear to know what's going on. Sometimes I know those people pretty well, sometimes they are just people that I pass by at work a lot. In any case, I do know what it feels like to be nearing the end. I actually can't really believe that I've been through almost 9 of these weekly ones. I had really thought that by now I'd be so utterly sick of making the trip into the treatment office. But it is therapeutic to be there (see my last post), so perhaps that is what keeps me going. I've made it to the final four.