Deported

Oh happy day, I am missing my spare part. The port is gone, or as Lori says, I've been de-ported. I think of this as a symbol of my completion of cancer treatment. This was the last vest age of treatments. I had the port in me for about 13 months. It was a constant reminder and a continued reason to go back to the chemo clinic for its monthly flush. Now, free of the leash to the chemo clinic, I feel another step has been taken on my road back to my new normalcy. Fantastic!

So the next step is another set of scans in September to continue to prove that the beast is gone. There may be more of these steps for years to come, but the accomplishments of the past 13 months are things to be remembered. Thanks to all for all the help and support along the way. I don't know where I'd be without you.

Life is Good!

Close But Not Yet

Almost!

I had the Medi-Port removal all set for today, and then fate happened. Originally, my surgery was scheduled for 9:00 AM today, but the scheduler didn't allow for enough time for the procedure. Thus, I was rescheduled to 2:00 PM. Only that didn't work either. It seems that the surgery prior to mine was going to go into overtime, so I was re-scheduled again to 2:45. Well, as I was on the way to the appointment, I received another call from the nurse saying that the doctor would not be available until 3:30. So, I was re-scheduled yet again. Lastly, I got a call at 3:15 and guess what? Well I guess it just wasn't in the cards for today. So, bottom line, I'm scheduled for tomorrow at 3:15 and hopefully it will happen that I get to start the weekend with a little chest pain.

Keep your fingers crossed!