This week I had my port inserted; I did not know what was
being done to me until it was done. I had an idea, but I did not think it would
be to this extent. A power port is my
port type; it was a mini surgery where they partly sedated me. I went in to
check in for a port insertion, when they tell me to go into a room change out
of my clothes and into a gown. After I was
escorted into a room with beds, I lay on it as I waited for my sister to find
me, when she came in she was as shocked as me “I didn’t think it was going to
be to this degree “she said, I nodded with agreement I don’t know what we
thought, but we didn’t think it will be like a surgery. The nurse rolls my bed
into another room, pre-surgery they take my blood pressure, heart rate etc. The surgeon then, who was going to be inserting
my port, came to introduce himself to me along with his other assistants who
will be helping in the surgery. It is now time for the procedure, I get reeled into
the surgical room, I start to feel drowsy from the sedation I knock out, in the
middle of it all I can feel myself waking in and out of my sleep, I can hear
the doctor talking, those assisting him responding, I can feel pressure on my
upper chest where it is being worked on, but no pain. I can’t see anything
because my face was covered, I just want it to end is all I kept thinking, a
half an hour later they were all done and I can feel myself getting back to
full consciousness. Tears then started to fall down my cheeks a sigh of relief
it seems. I come out finally to find my sister waiting for me; it was nice to
see her familiar face. They had me rest in bed for two hours before letting me
go, I was finally starting to get out of bed just fine, walking and talking. We
go home, I then started to feel the aches and pains of the aftermath of the
surgery, boy was it hard to sleep! Later on the week it started to become
harder for me to breath from the pain, I was then admitted to the E.R they were
worried of any infections which is why I was admitted, but all was well just
the pain triggered a few nerves. One week later and I have healed just fine. I thought I would introduce to you what a port
was and the process of it. The purpose of the port is to use it as an IV line
instead of having to stick my arms with needles once I started my chemo
treatments. Through it, the chemo will be inserted and blood pulled out of it
for any testing’s needed.
On the bright side of this week, my sister and sister in-law flew all the way from California to see me! how special do I feel. I love me some Bondus and Aly xx
-To appreciate your gains, you must first endure
the pain J
