My hair is starting to feel a bit more normal after I take a shower.
I managed to actually get a few things done on my project today and I am beginning to feel that I am on the mend.
My tumors may be on the mend too, I think the lump at the corner of my jaw is feeling it's oats and plumping up a bit.
After the success of the first infusion I am beginning to see the necessity of multiple infusions. Which reminds me we have to schedule the second infusion into the spinal column. I imagine two weeks from tomorrow.
Tomorrow the port will be put in and I wonder if I underestimated what it will be the same way I underestimated the biopsy. Somehow I had minimized the biopsy in my mind and was a bit shocked when it involved being put under and having what seemed to me major surgery done to the back of my throat. I didn't need that tonsil anyway.
I know it can't be major if it's the back of my throat but my need for grandiosity pushes me to make the most of that most horrible of sensations: Waking from surgery and finding that I'm not quite all there.
I still miss my tonsil.
Well, right I don't need it. Would you feel the same way about yours?
There is something to be said for being intact.
But tomorrow is the port placement and I will be amended with plastic or whatever.
I know it's a useful thing to have and simplifies the infusions and blood draws. I will enjoy it immensely. I will take pleasure in my port. It will be a part of me, metaphorically speaking.
I will cherish it like my tonsil.
1 comment:
Best of luck with the port! You have a wonderful sense of humor and I look forward to seeing you (tonsil or not!) at the beach this summer...
Kathy
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