110 – A significant number.

 I’ve been counting, and I’ve made it all the way to 110.


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Day 75. Taken by a dear friend Sam.  He, and his wife PJ, visited me at the CC several times to help pass the time.


30: one month done and I can do out-patient chemo now. 50: almost half way there. 70: that’s more than half way! 100: oh. my. gosh. I made it to 100…. you get the idea. At the end of each infusion, averaging four hours from check-in to check-out, I would mark my calendar with a giant X. Another one down.

I remembered back to the early months, when the finish line seemed far, far away. At the time, I didn’t know how I would do it. In the end, the answer was simple. Like with so many things that appear insurmountable: one step, one bite, one needle at a time, we make our way through life’s challenges. Slowly, the pages in my calendar turned and the last month was upon me. You’d think it would be easy to get the last few weeks done. But, it became an inner battle of motivation to go in to the cancer center each day.

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Day 100. PJ and I celebrating with a farewell dinner.

The Monday of my final week, I had my port removed, with the plan to do my last infusions through the arm. I chit-chatted and joked with the surgeon and nurses throughout the procedure, telling them about my road trip as the doctor dug my portacath out from inside the scar tissue. I could feel the tugging, but I didn’t mind. With each pull and suture, I was being set free. I felt weepy in a good way, knowing what this represented. I no longer needed a port, because I no longer needed chemo. I wasn’t going to be a “cancer” patient any longer. I’d survived!

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Day 105. Port removed and waiting for arm infusion.

Just five more days… I secretly wished my doctor would surprise me and say I didn’t really need that last week.

“What’s 5 less infusions out of 110?” I reasoned with myself.

I toyed with the idea of forging a note, “Please excuse Sara from infusions this week. She isn’t feeling well and has a lot to do. Thank you. Dr. XXX”

But, instead, I showed up. You have to show up in life to get somewhere.

I used to be a school teacher, so sometimes I view the world through the memories of this time in my life. Many elementary schools celebrate the 100th day. This is to help the students understand the concept of such a large number by associating it with something concrete; a tangible item like how many days they’ve been in class that year. Plus, it’s just a fun number to reach, and who doesn’t love a party? On the hundredth day, students bring in 100 of something: beans, pennies, red vine licorice… and the items are displayed as a graphic representation of this big number.

Friday, I reached my 110th, and final, chemo infusion. As I contemplated this number, it made me want to gather that many bags of arsenic (my chemo drug) and lay them out in a row for show and tell.

“Look, everybody! Look what I did! This is what 110 looks like. Tada!”

I pictured lining the bags up like dominoes and, as my grand finale, I’d push the first one over and watch them topple and tip all the way down the row.

Nine months had passed, the time it takes to grow a new life, and it was time to say goodbye. The nurses all gathered to blow bubbles, then presented me with a purple heart certificate and a ceramic butterfly. On my way out, I passed by the receptionists and hugged each one before swinging into the lab room to give a good squeeze to the nurses and phlebotomists who drew my blood each week. A young man rejoiced in the elevator with me and patients who overheard the commotion said congratulations as I passed. I cried happy tears through much of it, and noticed I wasn’t alone. These caring individuals, some with tears of their own, had saved my life and now they were genuinely happy to see me go. This is one situation where no one wants you to come back.

Being showered in bubbles!

The celebrations continued after leaving the center. Yiska’s doggy daycare made him a going away gift with his paw print, and my parent’s hosted a goodbye party with all their neighbor’s I’ve come to know and love. I spruced up Sarandipity for tours. We entered in groups of three so all could see her loveliness without being too crowded. As the sun set, we toasted to my travels and finishing my treatments.

Yiska with his best friend at PawsUp daycare.  Certificate and gifts. Giving tours of Sarandipity.

Later, just as I was crawling into bed, the phone rang. It was my daughter calling from Maui, out with her friends celebrating this day. She put me on speaker phone in the middle of their table.

I could hear them all cheering in the background, “No more chemo! Whoohoo!”

They clinked their glasses and drank to me, shouting, “Come see us! When are you coming for another visit?! You did it! Congratulations!”

I felt truly loved and fell asleep with a smile on my face. Tomorrow, a new day, a new state, a new way of life.

I woke at 2:00 AM.






38 thoughts on “110 – A significant number.

  1. Harvey Stanbrough

    Congratulations, Sara. Nobody I know deserves a new birth more. And I’m so glad you got it. AND that you’re hitting the ground running. Keep it up, gal. Probably for every one who leaves a comment, ten or a hundred more wish you well. A lot of us depend on you.


  2. Kathy

    YAY! What a journey! Congratulations! You are an inspiration to me and I’m sure to so many others. Now you’re really ready for some new and exciting adventures. Love reading your blog and wish you the very best.


  3. Dorothy Keller

    I don’t know you but I am so proud of you for hanging in there and showing up for all your treatments. Now have fun relax and enjoy all the new experiences! I hope our paths meet soem day!

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  4. Jill

    Congratulations Sara! I haven’t commented much but I’ve been following your blog word for word. Thank you for sharing your story. You are one amazing woman and should be so proud of your strength amidst such fierce obstacles. Wishing you all the best!! Jill


  5. YISKA! This is truly THE DAY, week, month of the rest of your lives: you and your Mom. And so the adventure begins. Happy Trails to both of you…”from the bottom of my heart!” More to come. Woof!

    *”As I write I create myself again and again.” Joy Herjo*


    On Mon, Jul 4, 2016 at 4:08 PM, Sarandipity Travels wrote:

    > Sarandipity Travels posted: ” I’ve been counting, and I’ve made it all the > way to 110. *** 30: one month done and I can do out-patient chemo now. > 50: almost half way there. 70: that’s more than half way! 100: oh. my. > gosh. I made it to 100…. you get the idea. At the end o” >


  6. Micki Kremer

    I am so happy for you…and inspired by your energy. I have started moving my self more…got a Fitbit™ and am adding more movement to my life. Tho not as awesome as your move, it is awesome for me.

    Here’s to celebrating life lived to the fullest!! With wishes for continued success…Micki


  7. Tina Mason

    One amazing woman, I am humbled by your posts and cried tears of joy with you after reading this. Go start the rest of your life and be free xxxxxxxxxxxx


  8. I am so very, very happy for you. 🙂 It took a strong will and great fortitude and a great appreciation of life to get through that, and to do it so gracefully.

    Also: “Nine months had passed, the time it takes to grow a new life….” Nice turn of phrase.


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  10. DH had his stem cell transplant there (It was called UMC, then) and the folks were just splendid. I lived in his reverse isolation room with him for three weeks, sleeping in the window seat and making sure everything was always super clean. That was almost nine years ago, but it seems like yesterday. They told him he was good to go for about thirty months, but here it is a hundred and FOUR months since the transplant, and he’s still “good to go”!

    How wonderful that you could get your treatment in a set time period. Different cancers; different treatments.

    Virtual hugs,



    1. You brought back a lot of memories. I was in the reverse isolation room for three weeks too. I remember the window seat well. My sister had crocheted me a huge butterfly pillow that sat in the seat along with crystals my husband hung in the window so my room would be filled with reflected rainbows. I’m so, so happy to hear how well your husband has done! Fantastic story of survival. I’ll never get tired of hearing those tales. Virtual hug back.

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