Sakura started the final cycle of chemotherapy yesterday. She's her usual cheerful happy self, always on the go in spite of needing yet more blood and platelet transfusions.
Obviously we're keen to get back to a normal life (or as normal as possible) but without trying to sound like old Red being "institutionalised" in Shawshank, but having lived in the hospital since the begining of December last year, you start to feel "safe" in here. Apprehensive about this next step.