Hello, Tarah’s Daddy writing here…

Yesterday was Tarah’s last infusion on her last round of the heavy Chemo therapy. It was a day filled with mixed emotions in that we rejoiced that it was the last infusion, but saddened knowing the effect the chemo would have on her. I’ll have to admit that seeing her first hand for the first time in many months was a bit tough for this Daddy to see. Cancer is an ugly disease and the cure is almost as bad as the illness. Still, my daughter has plenty of “fight” in her—a characteristic that has served her well these past few months.

To celebrate her last day of therapy Tarah, and company put together several gift bags to hand out to all the patients having therapy on that day. In the gifts bags were various items that she found helpful to have while enduring her treatments. It was my honor, with Marylynn, to go around to the various patients and hand out the gift bags. To the person that were all very grateful for Tarah’s gift and ask about our daughter and her progress. The entire ward lit up with their smiles. 

Along with the gift bags, each nurse received a flower in a vase as an express of our gratitude for the wonderful care they have given her. When I came on the floor, the receptionists quickly ask if I was Tarah’s father and then began share with me how much they love and enjoyed my daughter. This theme was repeated by several nurses making similar comments while I was there.

We left that day with a young lady feeling very sick but very grateful to have the worst behind her.