Port:
The staff at the imaging center, although very professional, is hilarious. Two male nurses that were like a comedy tag team got me ready and answered questions....well, eventually. I'm not exactly a serious patient so I can't blame them. They say laughing is the best medicine and I have to agree.
In less than an hour, I was pumped full of versed and demerol and the vortex port was implanted. I was loopy but managed to walk out on my own. Erica was very thankful.
We got lunch and headed to my house. I remember eating but I do not remember much more. I think I took a few phone calls and answered a few texts. That might not have been wise. I slept through much of the day.
The port incisions are sore and I have lost some mobility in my neck. There is a pulling near the site. I hope that goes away.
Chemo:
The date is set: Wednesday at 9:45 am. I have a friend to take me and pick me up. She is a survivor and a nurse so she knows what I'm facing. She will hold my hand.
I can do this!!
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