I feel like crap...but this is the last time! Friday the 13th was my last chemo. At the end of the treatment the best part was getting that stupid PICC line taken out. Okay, I take back the stupid because that was way better than getting needles every other week. But it really sucked never being able to hop in the shower without covering my arm in plastic and tape for 6 months. After the PICC line was out I gave a round of hugs to the staff (and had a few tears) then I headed out of the ward, I stood in the hallway of the hospital and just cried. The rest of Friday night and most of Saturday I spent in bed sleeping and watching movies. I contemplated for most of Saturday whether or not I was going to go to the Light the Night fundraiser walk. At the very last minute I decided to do it. I bundled up in my warm winter cloths and Lucas, Kadir and I headed down to Stanley Park. We arrived at dusk and there was a light fog covering the water. As we drove by the site to find parking I was delighted to see hundreds of red and some white balloons lighting up the night. As soon as we arrived I was happy that we were going to be a part of it and it felt like a great way to commemorate my last treatment. We were among some of the last walkers to go under the balloon arch start and head out on the seawall for the 5 km walk. I don't know if the tide was coming in or going out but there was a calmness to the water as it rippled up onto the shore just out from high tide. The evening cast a shadow across the beach that created outlines of rock figures by the water. And we just followed the trail of bobbing balloons all the way down English Bay, then all the way back. I had a great sense of accomplishment as soon as we finished. We did it...I did it...wooohooo!