Yay!!! Today I got my teletubby port removed. They put me to sleep to implant it, but I was awake for the removal. They used a local A. I can't spell that word right this second and don't care to look it up. They thought I was a trooper, they are right. I love the bandage they use that's clear, I thought they painted it on, but I guess not. I was grumpy at first, hungry and irritated all around. Then I snapped out of it. I kept the port, it has a long tube that runs to the heart. I thought that part was cool. Otherwise I'm banning cancer items.
For example, the gum I have chewed when they've cleaned the port, I never want to chew again. The body wash I have used during this period will always remind me of this time. So now I'm back to my Elizabeth Arden stuff I love, it must have been hiding some months ago. I have used gallon buckets of hand sanitizer over the last while, I'm going to ease up on that. I'm kind of hooked now though, lol. I am taking a major rest on ginger products. Though I still love ginger. Ginger ale, ginger chews, ginger this and ginger that. I'm done worrying about catching a flippin' cold, or about worrying if my friends and/or their kids are sick. I only cared so much because I was all about getting the chemo over with. Only a couple times did I hold up a paper mask to my face. I'm that social, not much will get in my way. Thank God I'm doing as well as I am. I am well now!!! No more triple shot Americano's either, that was likely a no no, but I had to carry on.
Oh there is so much I feel will change now. My hair is growing, has been very slow. I hope that picks up, but one day I'll have long hair again. For now, I won't gripe. Only this single second. :) I'm totally a wig girl, only a few have seen me without and no one else will. Not that I can't rock the Demi G.I. Jane look, but I'm a Rapunzel girl. That's just me.
My scar a couple inches long has faded, by my collarbone area. I don't care what it does. Not far below is a red, tidy gash from today. Everything else was done with needles, the biopsies.
Yesterday I met a lady who had seen me before, she wanted to talk. It felt good to hug her and share my experience. She was upset, if nothing else I can share my experience, and sometimes it's the littlest things or you'd think are, that scare people the most. Myself included.
In three months I have a pet scan to see that all is well. So yay!!!! Sorry this is scattered, and poorly written, but you get the jist.... My birthday is in 11 days, I have been joking around saying, "I survived another year."
Feeling more like myself again, ..... <3 <3 <3