Tomorrow is my last round of chemo. I am sitting in gratitude for this body, these bones. The cells that died in sacrifice. The legs that buckled beneath me but always rallied.

I’ve spent so much of the last 4 months focused on just getting through. Surviving.

I’m tired. My body and heart and mind are tired. So I’m going to wade into the reprieve, however brief it may be. I’ll welcome the waves of relief that crash over me and forgive myself when fear creeps in.