Portia

I’ll think about it tomorrow—Scarlett O’Hara

                Well, Portia will be put in tomorrow at 1pm… oh the joy.   This scares me, it really does. You would think hearing the word cancer would have scared me… nope.  Heights, seaweed wraps, needles and the thought of titanium steel in my arm scare me.   Yuck...Yikes…Crap… (that is for Mom) Shit… (that is for Aunt Sue).   I don’t see how they stick this thing in your arm with giving you only 1 valium and 2 antibiotics. (I am sure Dr Lynn said a local, but I was too busy laughing as apparently I will be awake when this is done and she can’t curse.  Whereas if I had chosen a chest port—I would be asleep and she could say whatever she wanted).  However, if this turns out to be the wrong choice, the blame is squarely on Billy (and the 1 cruise increases to 2).  After I told her the arm would do, she walked out and I quickly called Billy and it went like this:  Billy: “hello” Me: “Port. Arm or chest?” Billy: “arm” Me: “Thanks, bye”.  

                Speaking of Dr Bill, he advised me to add a Percocet as well (yay—he might be worth something yet).  Speaking of Percocet, the other night I was really hurting so I figured since I was averaging 3 good hours of sleep with 1, why not take 2.  Oh yeah, definitely one of my brighter ideas. Too bad I forgot about the itching.  I got 2 hours of great sleep and then it started.   Benadryl surely would have helped, but while my brain said get up and get it, the body said you really are comfy, so stay put.  So I did.  After all, it was my brain that said take 2.

                Anyway, back to Portia.  One of the women at church is going through the same thing so on Sunday, I asked her about her port, which happens to be in her arm.  She showed me and then told me to touch it… I said no...she said TOUCH IT in a mom’s tone of voice, so I did.  Very strange, but interesting.   Reminded me of Aliens and all I kept seeing was something growing and popping out of it. And since I was stuck on that, I forgot to ask how it went in.  But she did tell me it was easy and they did go out to eat afterward (um, wonder if she Percocet?)   I am hoping Olive Garden is in my near future.

                In the meantime, Gwinny and I are off to bed—yes, I am allowing her to stay with me tonight as I think she misses me and I feel a wee bit guilty that Mom is dealing with her.  I am NOT taking a Percocet, just  a few Advils and I am not going to think or dwell on something I really have no control over as it has to be done so I can be on my merry little way to getting this all over and done with.  After all, I have at least one cruise to plan.