5 Down, 1 To Go. Oh, and Also, I AM DONE WITH MAY

One mother-effer left up in this piece and I am counting down the days. It hasn't been nearly as bad as I had anticipated but the past couple weeks have been kinda stupid. The side effects are cumulative so by treatment #4, I felt more tired and my muscles were really sore (still are) from one of the drugs and from not using them very much. More than anything, I am bored.  I don't go out a ton since I can get sick so easily, and now that my muscles are so sore, it is hard to be on my feet too long.
Something interesting is happening, however, that I did not anticipate. I started feeling depressed last week and I wasn't sure why. I should be soo happy that I am almost done, but I feel sad. My surgeon and therapist both said it is very common for someone going through chemo to feel depressed and have a bit of a breakdown at the end of treatments. We HAVE to be so strong and go into fight mode when we are going through it. But now that it's almost done, and I got through it, I feel like I can breathe a sigh of relief, and I guess with that sigh come emotions and the reality of what I've been through.  I haven't really thought too much about my diagnosis the past 6 months,  because it was just too overwhelming. But now that I can kinda look back on it all, it's emotional. And now I have to "worry" about getting my life back to normal. Waiting for my hair to grow back, waiting for my muscles to start working again, going back to work (although I visited the other day and that helped me tremendously. I was a bit nervous about everyone seeing me in a wig, but now that stress is gone and it made me miss everyone). As odd as it sounds, I really enjoy going to the center for my treatments. I just sit there for a few hours but all the nurses come see me, along with my nutritionist and therapist. They are all so kind and friendly and they have helped me sooooo much through all of this. I will miss seeing them every 3 weeks. They have become my second family.
I keep telling myself the hard part is done and if I can get through that, I can get through anything. In the wise words of a one miss Kelly Clarkson, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And in the wise words of  Dr. Dre, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks.