Tomorrow is my sixth and final dose of the despicable, vile, and possibly fiendish Taxotere. I have to admit, I'm more than a little excited at the thought of this maladventure being over. And yet, somehow, I'm more than a little repulsed at the thought of having to go through yet another round of suffering. Either way, I'm still nauseous from the penultimate round, so I can safely assume that full recovery from chemo will take closer to four week than I would like. Drat.