Apparently I prefer my life events to be symmetrical, for my last round of chemo ended the way my first did--with a trip to the E.R.
Monday I was running a fever, which sounds an alarm because if you're neutropenic you can get very sick very fast. So off we went. Three blood draws, a urine test, a chest X-Ray and several geologic eras later they hadn't found much of anything wrong with me and they sent me home.
When we left the hospital at 1 a.m., it was snowing.