I had my last chemo today. (YAY!) I'm in remission and done with the infusion room.
Before I went in for chemo, I sent Adam, my child, a care package for exam week which is next week. He has five tests and three projects due at R.I.T. When he was a child and living at home, I was constantly aware of the consequences of any purchases. Would they end up sticking to the upholstary of the couch? Would horseplay ensue that would possibly damage lamps? But he is twenty, 6' 2", successfully pursuing a degree in engineering, and living with other people. So I sent fifty water balloons, silly putty, a dart gun that shoots foam darts, Pringles (which I would never buy him because they were expensive and empty of nutrition and he would eat them instead of dinner) and Starburst. Iw ould have sent him the two cans of Silly String I had, but it turns out the aerosal cans are hazardous and cannot be sent through the mail.
It was great. He will be so happy. His roommates, on the other hand, may hate me.