I don't talk so much about her end of it, or shelly_rae's, or the_child's, or the rest of my family and friends. This is my journey, and it's not for me to expose their fears. I will say that the_child, after months of anger and denial, has been asking detailed questions in a very mature manner. Others in my circle are coming to terms, one or two are not.
As calendula_witch says, this round is almost over. I may wind up sleeping through most of the rest of the process, the way things are going. By coincidence, I come off the needle on infusion session number 11 on June 6th the day of the 46th birthday. (This is why my birthday party is July 3rd, so I can stay awake for it — you are coming, yes?)
So much to celebrate, so much to fear. So much love, so much trauma. Cancer sucks.