Today they gave me a beautiful badge to add to the wall of treatment survivors. They tried to make it pink, until I forced purple down their throats. Was emotional for me to thank them all and walk out of there. 33 days in a row is a long trip to take with a bunch of strangers. And I can’t say I walked away unscathed. But we hugged and kissed everybody and went on to celebrate with breakfast and mimosas for mumma.
My neck is sore.
My under breast is sore.
My armpit is sore.
Feeling very spoiled. Very loved. Very lubricated. And very ready to move on.