are we there yet????

I know my blogs are posted further apart.  What can I say, it's all becoming very normal.  With that said, the "normality" is a new issue in itself.
I recently attended a Cancer Surveyor's "After Chemo" seminar.  Family and friends have been urging me to reach out to my new community for conversation, support, friends with benefits (the benefit of dealing with similar issues) and this meeting fit into my itinerary.
I still have two more sessions of chemo before completing this (first) round.  However, it was interesting to sit in a room full of women and men whose hair has grown back, whose temperament is as lively as my own, and who are now dealing with problems associated with living, not dying.  I hadn't thought that far.
Yes, I realize chemo is an injection of drugs provided to killer cancer and that I was going to participate in six treatments total and then... for me, surgery, radiation, monthly pills (to keep the cancer in remission).  Yet, chemo is a bit more.  The side effects last long after the injections.  Some last hours, like the needle poking, others weeks, like the nausea and dizziness, and still others last months, like loss of hair and scars from my port.
At the seminar I realized there was more yet.  In some way I was going to miss chemo.  At this point I know what it is, what it does, and how I want to deal with it.  I know it's substance gives me hope and power.  I like power.  It's concrete.  I can feel and see the chemotherapy helping.  Chemo appointments give me a place to show up to, a person to talk with, and a measurement to base improvements on.
Don't get me wrong, I'm can't wait to be done.  It's irritating to be 33, single and ready to mingle, and be so obviously ill.  My point is, I'd like to see my appointment book full again.  And hair will help me accomplish that little stumble.  Hey, not that I've had no luck.  Thank goodness for the compassionates and my amazing butt.  (sorry dad, had to throw that in there... love ya.)