“I’m in love with my future”
I’m sitting in the infusion room. It’s the eighth time I’m in an infusion chair getting an infusion, and the third time in this room. It feels oddly familiar, but still different every time. I don’t want to get used to it. I don’t want this to be part of my life. I have two more infusions and then I’m done – at least for now. I have a nagging feeling that I will have to get more chemotherapy sometime…