Hubby and I got up at the butt crack of dawn. Ok, it was 6 am and I know thousands of people start their day earlier than that, but for us, two hardcore night owls, going anywhere before 9 am is a struggle. But today was special. My port came out!
Yesterday I was apprehensive but today I felt good. My brain got one more crazy thought in before we left though… “Wouldn’t it suck, after all you’ve been through, you croaked on the table while the doc took the port out?” Crazy shit. Right? I knew I wouldn’t be completely knocked out during the procedure because I was awake when they put it in, so how could anything go wrong? Knowing that didn’t stop my monkey brain from trying to freak me out though.
I asked the surgeon if I could take the port home as a memento and he said it’s considered hazardous waste so the answer was, “no.”
I made a couple short videos and John took some pictures of me in pre-op, so I have evidence this really happened.
Let’s get this party started!
John couldn’t be there when I came out, so I’m improvising what I looked like post op.