CELEBRATE with me.
It wasn’t completely without incident. It took 3 needles, again. Some days are not as successful as others.
And I cried. I cried from sheer joy. I couldn’t believe I’d made it through all 8, horrendous treatments.
So celebrate with me, because I believe the worst is over.
It’s too early to tell what lovely side-effects I shall get from this one, but I will share when they happen (likely at week’s end).