Tag Archives: port-a-cath
My port-a-cath has been out two months, today. I can hardly believe it’s gone. And I can hardly believe it was actually there. I am so grateful.
Ding! Dong! My port-a-cath is gone! Unlike my solo insertion day, today’s happy occasion was a family affair. And, despite my squeamish worries, I co-operated fully during the local-anaesthetic-only procedure — I didn’t once faint or kick or flail around. … Continue reading
Take a good look, ’cause it’s the last time…
Today was my final trip to the chemo unit — for one last port-a-cath flush. To mark the momentous occasion, I snapped this photo. Then that one. “Mrs. Ross,” someone called. I assumed it was time for my flush. But … Continue reading
For ten months Mom has had her. Through six chemo treatments Mom has put up with her. Through nine blood tests Mom has braved her. Through five flushes Mom has endured her. Good-bye port-a-Cathy!!!
I’m often asked for tips for newly diagnosed breast cancer patients, their family and friends. But every situation is different — and it’s tough to tell which of or whether my choices have actually helped. The best I can do … Continue reading
Two nights ago, mom suggested to me that “tomorrow you could draw a face around my port-a-cath, because it kind of looks like a nose”. So, last night I drew the person. I was going to put 2 GIANT hairy … Continue reading
I don’t know why, but that’s it. For the first time since my first surgery way back in October, I’m throwing in the towel and going right back to bed. No juicing, no supplements, no exercise, no shower. I know … Continue reading
Woohoo! All mysteries were solved at my pre-chemo-2 oncology appointment today: Why is my port-a-cath migrating in my chest? Apparently, this is just the result of reduced swelling around the incision (just like Mark told me it was). What’s with … Continue reading