There really are no words to describe how I felt the day they pulled the needle out of Wes's port for the last time. Relieved, excited, ecstatic, and so very joyful don't even scratch the surface. To give you an idea, I actually thought about swearing. I can count the number of times I have used a swear word on one hand. I usually find there is no need for those unintelligent words, but that day I had no way to describe what I was feeling. Luckily, I controlled myself. So the photos will have to speak for themselves, because I still have nothing.
It was beyond magical.
and that right there is how you finish chemotherapy.