Per Ellie, this is NOT a Tumor Rumor. This is a Port Report.
It’s been a couple weeks since I was in a hospital so of course I am being called in. Some medical professionals looked at the CT scans from Fat Neck Day and decided they do not like what the catheter is doing, or not doing, in one of my more important veins.
Tomorrow morning I get to not eat or drink anything until I am properly grumpy and then get a ride out to Tosa where they will force me into a gown, give me some goof juice to make me not care about anything, and root around in my neck to rip out the old implant and put a new one in. Or maybe just part of it. Or maybe nothing changes. I won’t really know for sure until I wake up and see how many new scars I am going to have.
Anyway, I am really happy I have a port, because my arms are no longer friends with IVs, and it makes being a cancer patient a whole lot easier in general, but I don’t really want to go through the whole rigamarole of what it takes to put the thing in there again. It’s not a fun time for me. I am also rather nervous that making changes could increase the chances of future complications that freak me out (I heard a story from someone whose implant FLIPPED OVER inside their chest!!!) but that’s all in my head and I trust the doctors.
I will try and get online before the sedative wears off and say something funny. No guarantees though.