Good News, Bad News
The bad news is that my port has kicked the bucket and needs to be replaced via surgery tomorrow morning bright and early. The good news is that we figured out the problem early enough this week, and it will not interfere with chemo next week.
My Vanderbilt doctor said (in a more professional way) that not only is the port I have basically an antique, but that it's also on the wrong side which contributed to it giving out several years earlier than expected.
They tell me this surgery will last about 90 minutes and only uses conscious sedation, not general anesthesia. All I know is, I'd prefer unconscious sedation.
And prescription drugs.
I am tempted to feel frustrated by this, but instead am choosing to just accept that ports are a part of my life, be grateful Brian was able to take off work with such short notice, and feel lucky that my boss/work place is incredibly understanding. Did I mention I'll also be off work 3 days next week because of chemo? I've managed to work 3 full weeks in about the last 10ish weeks. Okay, maybe slightly frustrated.
Being in Nashville for appointments provided the perfect opportunity to spend a couple of hours with my friends, Jenne and Kari, which was a welcome distraction. As was rocking their babies, of course!
I'm feeling tired than usual and have managed to catch a cold so I think I'll get comfy and try to rest tonight because tomorrow morning's hospital check-in at 6:30 is going to come way too early.
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