I had the procedure to have a port installed on Monday the 3rd. Pretty simple operation, really. It's a little metal and plastic disc that is just under the skin on the right side of my chest just below the collar bone. They use it to inject me with IV chemotherapy without putting a fresh needle in my elbow every time. The main reason they went this route, is so I can have a 46 hour chemo delivery and still be ambulatory. (This means I can still do stuff!) I'll have a little fanny pack, kinda like an insulin pump that I wear around for a couple of days every other week.
If you know me, you know I like to crack jokes, make odd observations, and just make people laugh as much as possible. According to Angela, I did my job well during the port installation. I really do not remember much from it, other than one time a nurse telling me to wake up because I was slipping a little too deep into sleep. But Angela says she could hear laughing often coming from the room! Mission accomplished!
Of course, when I came out of the meds, I was still a bit loopy. Angela drove home (It was another fine West Michigan winter day) I made her stop at one point so I could get her to take my picture on the snow bank...
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| Don't ask me, I'm wasted! |
The kids were a little freaked out when they saw the bandages. I can't really blame them, it looked pretty bad, there was a lot of bruising around the area, as you might expect... The thing that finally setteled the, down was pointing out that I was more like Darth Vader now. I made them fell the bump, and the little tube that actually is inserted into my jugular. Now it was cool!
I still reach up and touch it all the time. It's so strange to have something like that attached to your body... Resistance is futile.
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