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On to 2022!

It's been a year.

Diagnosis, poison, radiation, two more poisons. You know, the usual. Pandemic, you know, the usual. We all are burnt out from the sickness, drama, and isolation. Don't get me started about Betty White. 

Torin is amazing though, so that light shined all year long. He's the light of my life, obviously.

When people ask how I'm doing I say "I'm ok, I'm tired", and I shrug. It's because that's the easiest way to say all of it, you know?

It's a new year, I think I'll get a haircut because my hair has stopped falling out in chunks. I'm still losing it, just not as much so fast, one less thing to worry about!

Brief synopsis of the last couple of months:
I finished radiation at the end of October.
I had a not good scan on the week before Thanksgiving.
At the beginning of the month I took the same chemo I had taken in September.
Then, after two weeks of a restrictive diet and nightly pills, I took my last dose of a third chemo on Christmas Eve.
We won't know for quite a while if that third chemo going to help, but I am having a scan next week and it will tell us a little bit more about the scan in November. November's scan looked horrible, which was what we were expecting. It just didn't show us whether it was a new growth or inflammation from radiation. We will get a better idea next week, cross your fingers. 

A boy and his dad on Christmas morning!
This boy loves to read! He was so psyched Christmas morning with all his cool presents, but the tried and true favorite is still books. Yay!
 
Fido didn't appreciate his New Year's kiss! Awwwww

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