Sitting here with emla on my port, waiting for what I hope to be the last stick for the rest of my life.

I NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER want to go through chemo again.

I am hoping that this part of the journey is over, forever.

I think Dr. Noy got mad at me, because I said her multi-colored goldfish look like Benefiber dog food.

Sofia will no longer have to hang at the Judge's house on Monday mornings. No more waking her up at 4:45 a.m. for us to begin our trek. Its been hard on my little family. Everyone has suffered, even our killer goldfish who I forget to feed.

This also means 5 day work weeks again...!