Tomorrow morning I will head to OHSU for my final dose of R-CHOP chemotherapy. The elevator door will open and my crappy week will begin. I am thankful this will be my last one. The sights and sounds and smells of the 7th floor instantly turn my stomach no matter how good I feel when I walk in. Nothing good has ever happened here. It’s a haven of sickness and one I am anxious to forget soon.
