Saturday, March 30, 2013

Power Port!


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

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