Rested and ready, Eddie and I left particularly early this morning to make certain we arrived in time to see my friend Larry ring the End of Treatment Bell.
I was excited, and a little anxious, as we entered the double-doors leading to the radiation oncology floor. Larry and I have traveled similar roads, both learning we had our respective surgeries just days apart back in 2014 and now here together each with twenty-five treatments across six weeks. Larry was the first to call me out as the ‘new guy’ in the morning. First telling me I’d know when I fit in around there when I learned to tie the gown on my own each morning. I liked his humor and bright outlook from that day forward.
After trying my own hospital-issued gown, I joined Eddie and Larry’s wife Ruby as we waited in anticipation to celebrate the finale of this part of Larry’s journey. I am happy to have shared this with him and wish him the very best of health and happiness.
My eighteenth treatment was uneventful and Eddie and I managed to make it back to Washington by 10:30am. As we pulled into the garage at home Eddie reminded me I was almost finished. With that top of mind, I was more then ready to start the weekend. Well, after a long nap anyway.