So, I'm happy to tell you: The "dirty dozen" is DONE!!! Yesterday was my final nasty taxol infusion, and it came just in time. Pretty soon I can start feeling better again and begin climbing out of this deep crater created by chemo. At the moment, it is Friday night, and I'm still flying high and energetic from the steroids I got yesterday - a little tease of feeling almost normal - and I want to take advantage of it before it wears off and I'm dumped back into the bunker for awhile. Which will be tomorrow sometime... The past 12 weeks, as the taxol has been cumulatively (presumably!) killing the rogue cells, it has of course caused some unwelcome casualties in it's wake. Like.... the dent in my couch. From my ass being on it for hours on end. And...I've become a CNN junkie, watching the most incredible reality show that chronicles the mess of this country politic, but I won't go there right now. (But O my God - whatever your politics might be, can...