After 6 months of treatment, involving surgery, 6 cycles of chemotherapy and 25 cycles of radiotherapy, it was time to celebrate. On April 23rd, on my last day of radiotherapy, I had my own private little “Yeah, I did it”, celebration. Over the last few months, Miss Crémant, had been spoiling me with gifts, ranging from soap and shower gels, to chocolate, to a little bottle of crémant, which I had saved for a special occasion. So last Tuesday, in the evening, I opened that piccolo bottle and had a glass of flavoured sparkling wine with snippets of 22 carat gold foil and a good measure of cassis liqueur. It was great and I felt victorious. On Wednesday, the celebrations continued: after encouraging words and hugs from colleagues we toasted to my good health with kir royal before grabbing some fair food at a small market, set up to accompany the religious pilgrimages to the cathedral in Luxembourg at the moment. In the evening I had asked some of my friends to join me in my favourite bar for sushi and cocktails. The bar has a little garden area with outdoor seating, which was open due to the good weather. I was showered with a few gifts: a lovely bouquet, in a red-yellow-orange colour scheme, of my favourite flowers (roses and gerbera) and a pair of lovely blue earrings, which matched my outfit of the day perfectly (blue cardigan and blue headscarf). I had a great evening with lots of laughter and smiles.
For the rest of the week I just enjoyed the fact that the daily trips, which had become routine over the last 5 weeks, were over and that I was able to work full time again from the office. I have been soaking up some sun while having ice-cream and this weekend I have been catching up on some much needed sleep. So all is good so far.