Exit Interview

After radiation today, I met with one of the Breast Care Center nurses.  I wasn't sure why it was on my schedule for today, but then I found out that it was kind of like an exit interview.  Basically, they wanted to check in with me and see how my stress levels were, to measure my arm to make certain they had not swollen out to high heaven (so far, so good), and to tell me what to do in the coming months.  I received a handy-dandy notebook to keep track of questions and important numbers in case I need them.  It was kind of surreal to hear them saying this is it.  I have spent the last nine months filled with appointments at Froedtert and the last six weeks there almost everyday.  So weird to think that I won't be there hardly at all anymore, but kind of great as well.  It is going to be oddly bittersweet.

26 down.  Four more to go!

Uhhh...the selfies must end soon.  They are getting worse and worse.  

Maybe I need to get my hair cut?  Or maybe the growth has seriously hit some kind of awkward length.  All I know is that this is getting painful.