Taco Tuesday & The Final Chemo Fiesta

Taco Tuesday & The Final Chemo Fiesta

🌼 Date: Tuesday, February 10, 2026

⚡ Energy: Artificially Enhanced (Thank You, Steroids)
💗 Status: Pink Princess on Parade

🥳 Outlook: Celebrating the Win Before the Crash

The day after chemo is a strange place to exist.

Technically, poison is coursing through your veins… but thanks to steroids, you feel like you could reorganize your entire house, start a small business, and train for a 5K — all before lunch.

So, when Taco Tuesday rolled around, I felt good enough to leave the house. That alone felt like a victory.

What I did not know… was that I was walking into a setup.

Apparently, while I was just trying to eat tacos like a normal human, there was a small army of coworkers and family members plotting behind my back.

When I walked in — there they were.

And one balloon with my name on it.

Because if you’re going to survive your final round of chemo, you might as well have your name floating above your head like royalty.

The table and chairs were decked out in pink (obviously), and I was handed a pink crown to wear — because apparently, I am now chemo royalty.

Honestly? I’ll take it.

One of my friends brought me a stuffed puppy (which is clearly emotional support material), and my aunt made me a crocheted pink crown and the most beautiful crystal globe with a glittery rose inside and my name on it. It sparkles. It’s dramatic. It’s completely extra.

Just like me.

Most of these faces I haven’t seen since I went out for surgery in October. Seeing them all sitting there… smiling… celebrating me… it hit in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

I miss my work family.

I miss normal.

For one evening, between tacos and cupcakes and pink balloons, I got to feel something other than patient. I got to feel like Tina again.

Steroids may have been doing half the heavy lifting, but the love in that room? That was real.

And even though I had no idea what the next week would bring (spoiler alert: couch + lipsky legs + chemo chaos), I am so grateful I had that night.

We celebrated the end of something brutal.

And that matters.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time