Port-able

My longtime friend and fitness client, Ethna, has kindly offered to be my ride and post-operation companion today, after I have the necessary surgical procedure of a port installed near the clavicle on one side, here in a few hours time.  

I dread it, but know that getting jabbed in the arm week-after-week, for the next five months is likely much worse, and the port provides a consistent entry-point for the chemotherapy to be administered.  My mom has expressed concern, as she knows someone whose port became badly infected, so I will be hyper vigilant about keeping this area squeaky clean and hope it heals well.  

Tomorrow I get to go to chemotherapy education class at Texas Oncology, and will take good notes and try not to freak out.  The side effects I’ve read about already make me want to run away to the desert, but I’m working diligently with mind and body to prepare for the cancer-killing agents to do their job and for my healthy cells to come back stronger.  

Many of my wise and generous friends are reminding me of the vitality and strength I have now, have always possessed, and will have again, and to just take this one step and one day at a time.  Thank you for that, you precious people!