Friday is the day: removal of port from my chest (one is pictured above). It's funny after 6 months you don't even notice it anymore. Everyone has seemingly gotten so used to it we even started lovingly calling it the Jugport (goes into jugular vein). Nevertheless, I will not be sad to see it go. It's the final act to get past this whole nightmare. I'm slightly nervous about being cut open, once again (the thought invariably makes you slightly uncomfortable), even tho they say this should be the easiest procedure under the knife I've had yet. No Happy Juice, even, it's so benign. Just a local anesthetic (gimme the juice, damnit- that stuff's good!).
I will push thru the nerves and focus on the fact my robotic little friend will finally be gone, and I can once again go shirtless without freaking people out.
I do plan, however to take some photos of myself with the port still in, so I can use them as reminders to live every day to the fullest and to not take things for granted.
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