Two weeks ago my nurse told me that I'd likely be released from injections today.
I heard her. I made it my truth. I told everyone who'd listen. But deep down, I didn't think it would happen.
I even got corporate clearance to bring a banned heating pad on next week's cruise to help with the injections. Deep down I thought they'd call me tonight and tell me, just a few more weeks Mandy. You can do it.
And yes, I suppose I could have. I suppose the needle would still go in, and it wouldn't kill me. Although, according to Chris, my knots were getting so tough the needle was having a hard time breaking the skin.
So tonight when the nurse call came, it was a mix of feelings when she said the news, "stop all injections immediately." It was a rush of emotions. Disbelief, joy, confusion, excitement.
So how did I handle the news?
I honestly cried. Tears.
And even now I sit here feeling like I'm breaking the rules by not icing, injecting and heating.
My back is still incredibly sore. But I'm no longer perferating my back muscles. The healing can begin. The hurting is going to stop.
Was the pain worth it? DUH. Has the pain detoured me from the knowledge that I want a second journey, God willing? Nope. Even so, I'm so, so glad it's over.
Oh, and we also got to take a peek at the lil Joey today. Here's a glimpse! Measuring right on track and hb 176 bpm.