One More Time. One More Time. One More Time . . .

My last chemo treatment is slated for tomorrow/Thursday. Given that last time--heck of the times--didn't go so well, I'm a bit anxious about it all. We're taking all the possible precautions against calamity, but it's hard to be too optimistic, since that's been the case each time also. I am grateful that this is the last time, God willing, but it's been getting progressively harder to recover from these sessions. I do have my disgust of Smirky and his gang to keep me going, though . . .
; )
One more time. One more time. One more time . . .