Last one, best one. *Skip if you're not into skin photos*

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I'm stickerless! WooHOOO! And I got to sleep in my own bed last night, but that is another post entirely. The TL;DR verson is that proton radiation did not take place here in our town, so Dada and I have been leaving on Monday mornings and returning Friday evenings for the past 6 weeks. 

But yesterday was "last one, best one" and now I'm done!

Lighting always being interesting, here are shots of my skin and what 28 sessions of proton radiation looks like. Yes, my armpit is almost black inside and sloughing off dark pieces of skin, which is as disgusting as it sounds, haha.

Already missing plenty of stickers but the team claimed they had what was necessary:

And now sticker free! Now if I could just get rid of the compression sleeve... Alas. I'm being good and wearing it every day and removing it at night like I'm supposed to. 

 There will be a lengthy post next week about all the Shenanigans we got up to whilst we were out of town. I promise that will be a much more fun post, but feel free to toss a handful of confetti on my behalf somewhere you don't have to clean! Woohooo! All done with rads! Thanks for all the prayers, texts, snacks, support and love!

Unnnnnnbelievable

Our entire kit and caboodle was out of town this weekend and that's another post altogether, requiring two nights in a hotel. Dada was staying another day or two so the Thingz and I got back last night. As Thing Three prepped for bed, he discovered he couldn't find his toothbrush. We hunted a little bit, but I handed him a new one and the evening progressed. 

This morning before school, Thing Two announced he couldn't find A) his retainer, B) his toothbrush, C) his toothpaste, D) all of the above. We hunted more strategically for those because... retainer. Gave up and told Thing Two where the new toothbrushes are. 

Thing One is still fast asleep and has the day off. 

So I texted Dada about the retainer and he checked with the hotel:

Guess what he found at the hotel front desk?

Not one, not two, but ALL THREE Thingz' toothbrushes! HOW ARE THESE PEOPLE EVEN RELATED TO ME!? I share my mother's and sister-in-law's despise-ment of the feeling of "sweater teeth" but apparently none of my offspring are likewise affected. Bleah! I cannot WAIT to tell on them to our beloved dental hygienist at their next appointment. Muahaha.

And before anyone asks, the tattoo goo is NOT used for the brushing of teeth. A certain of-age Thing has acquired some body art which requires maintenance but that's not my story to tell. Let's see how long it takes that kid to realize there's a toothbrush missing...