ummm, ouch!?

Well, Mere has always been good at making this stuff seem like an event (in a fun way) . Port day (see post below) was a good idea to take my mind off the fact that there I was: once again in PSL Hospital, once again in a gown, IV laden, laying in a hospital bed. I guess for some reason, I thought I'd just waltz in there, they'd pop something on me and I'd be out! just like that. Well, we were both a little caught off guard when we realized this was no quickie. I mean, it was outpatient, but it was still gonna hurt. As you can see in the pic here, they put a fairly large metal thingie under your skin, above the pectorial muscle. It's actually a really cool device, holding one reminded me of maybe what an ipod would be in 10 yrs. Mega small, really well made bit of metal. The thing now basically means I will be IV free for the rest of this, which rules. Tired of those, for sure.

Apparently chemo drugs are harsh on small veins, so drugs will go in thru this port, which is hooked into my jug vein. Will end up being a benefit in the long run to have this deal, but for now, i'm still kinda reeling from the whole experience: Another surgery, another shaving, another operating room, another incision, another scar.

I think the worst part is not that this caught me off guard in the whole event, but that I am again real sore and hurting. I'm sure this will go away quick this time (they dont even give you pain meds for this), but it's still hurting, and my skin is stretched so tight with this huge lump now protruding from it. Once the pain goes away, tho, I will have this reminder everytime I see my skeletal self in the mirror to remind me of all this crap. Sweet souvenir, eh? As if the skeleton chest wasn't enough. Now I have a small friend to say hello to on my chest for the next 6 months. hello small frye.

Big ups to mere for being by my side once again.