It's over! Finally.

You know, the feeling of finishing your chemotherapy course then waiting for reports to know whether you're actually conpletely cancer free.
Just that... You won't actually find out if it's cancer. You find out two years later when the tumour grows and spreads again.

I'm so so happy. Even tho it doesn't completely feel like it. It's okay I guess. Takes time for recovery. And when that time is over, there shouldn't be anything triggering.

Lab is shit. It was fun, the experiments and stuff. I just hate that we come across these topics all the time. Immunology, genetics, all.