It Was Quite A Night

Back on May 9th, I had my 6th and final round of chemo. 

 I had a rough time recovering from that little nugget of fun.
Even after three weeks of recovery,

  my feet and and ankles were swollen,
I was so fatigued that walking from my bedroom to the kitchen left me out of breath,
 and my joints and muscles were so stiff and sore that I moved like a little old lady.

I was scheduled for my bilateral mastectomy on a Monday morning just over three weeks after my last chemo round. 

 On the Friday night before, Blair whisked me away for an overnighter  at the lake. 

 I was discouraged and so very tired of feeling bad,
 and knew I was about to feel a whole lot worse in a few days. 

It was nice to get away and relax.

On Saturday evening, we returned home. 
 I remember thinking that the neighbors must be having a big party because I saw a lot of cars parked near our house. 
 As we got closer, I realized there were pink balloons on our mailbox and those cars were actually parked in our yard!

My sweet family, headed up by BethAnn, had secretly been working hard on a "chemo graduation" party.
  I can not expresss my emotions as I pulled up and saw so many of my friends and family who had been by my side through the long chemo road. 

So rather than trying to describe the event, I will let the pictures, 
taken by my sweet sister in law Myrna,
 do the talking...

These are just a few of the pictures of that special night. 

 There were banners and pictures inside the house as well. 

 I eventually took down everything except one pink banner that still hangs in my kitchen window.

It says "Vicky is Tougher Than Cancer."

I think I am leaving that one for a good long while, because with such an amazing support group,

I just might be tougher than this cancer after all.