Easy Does It

As is usually the case with unpleasant necessities, the anticipation of discomfort was worse than the reality of what I’ve experienced thus far with my new port.  

I live nearby the surgical hospital where it was being done and walked over in the darkness of a clammy, drizzly morning which helped calm my nerves.  I was hoping that I wouldn’t need to have anyone fetch me afterwards, but they will not release you unattended.  

My nurse Roland couldn’t have been more calming, Dr. Coombs-Skiles more diligent and the anesthesia more effective, and the four hours spent there were not altogether unpleasant.  My trusty friend Ethna was steadfastly awaiting my release post-op, with comforting chicken noodle soup and a luscious avocado for later.  (I could’ve walked home, but definitely could not have driven.)  Thank you, Lady E!

It doesn’t look too bad, the port, and as of yet I have no pain or much discomfort, and I have one less thing to think about.

Today I learned some wonderful people I know are in Japan and while visiting some ancient temples and have placed my name and wishes for a rapid recovery, on a “wish stick” that the monks will pray over in the little wooden “wish center”.  I love that!  As soon as I’m able to manage uploading photos I will share them here but for now you can imagine the little wooden hillside hut with monks kneeling in prayer, surrounded by luscious red and golden maple trees.  We are blessed.