About to turn in to sleep — I am surprised by how long it has been since I posted in this cancer category. But tomorrow will be a milestone for me, in the form of surgery.
But it’s for a good reason (I have to put in some reassurance right away because I think Cathy just snorted some coffee when she read this): I am getting my port removed. I went in for my usual 3-month checkup last Wednesday at my oncologist’s; very routine, short, everything okay. At the end, I found myself asking if I could get my port removed. Yes, I can, it turns out. It has been three and a half years since I had the item installed — it makes possible the portable constantly-working chemotherapy machine I had with me all the time during 6 weeks of treatment.
So after tomorrow, I will no longer have a medical device under my skin. I am astonished (good enough word, still trying to find appropriate adjectives for this feeling) that my treatment will be effectively over. Well, treatment was really over when they sent me home from the hospital after my surgery (spring 2007) and I quit wanting to be sick to my stomach all the time.
I’ll think of more things to say about this tomorrow when I quit being groggy.
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