39 Hours: Wednesday is when I report to the hospital for surgery to have the port put in. Not looking forward to this AT ALL! First of all, I can't eat after midnight and, as it stands now, my check in time is 1 pm! Mean! Then I have to get an IV and I won't bore you again with how much I hate IVs but I really really do. (A Lot!) But, again, last IV for a while so that's something to celebrate as well! The surgery for the port is a short one, only 20-30 minutes long. I'll spend more time (2 hours at least) getting prepped and waiting for surgery than I will IN surgery. I come home the same day. It's not a particularly painful surgery, just a small incision on my left chest.
I'm getting what is called a POWER PORT! I had such high hopes that I'd have super powers after having it put in like invisibility or power of flight or, more importantly, the power to heal (I need that one!). But, no. It does not come with any super powers! What a letdown! However, apparently a power port is a bit easier to access than just a regular old port. However, it sits up higher under the skin - which is kind of creepy but I'm trying to overlook that knowing all the benefits I WILL get from having a port.
63 Hours: I report on Thursday for chemo! The first treatment. First time I'm hooked up to the liquid poison. Ugh. I'll be forcing myself to go, trust me. My chemo is at the Cancer Center, so I'm familiar with the place and know where to go. I've seen the area and it's really beautiful with private rooms and cozy recliners. They want to make you comfy while they make you sick. How nice of them.
My 5 year old niece spent the night last night and when we took her home she said to her Mother, "Mommy, did you notice that Aunt Laura lost her boobies?!" Haha! It was great! They have talked to her some about me having cancer - in 5 year old words. She was very worried about me losing my hair and being sick. I told her that yes the medicine would make me lose my hair but it would make the rest of me all better. She seemed okay with that.