Yesterday I had my first-ever surgery. I had a "power port" installed at my clavacal to aid in my chemotherepy injections. Its legal name is "the Dignity CT Port." I think the dignity part is funny. Like, before the port, it was kind of embarrasing just to get the chemo through an IV? Maybe that was soooo 2011. Thank you, MedComp, for saving me from that cancer faux pax!
Now that I have the port, the chemo nurse will give me infusions straight into the port in my chest, which includes a little chatheter below the skin that feeds down toward my heart through the central vein. The main reason for this is that wrist and arm veins tend to get cranky after a lot of use, not to mention sore. So the port will help me go the long haul required. (And it'll be removed after all this is over with.)
The surgery wasn't so bad. It is a pretty quick procedure. I checked in to Sutter around 1p and was released shortly after 4p. Joe, my ever patient cancer buddy, was with me up till they wheeled me away.
The surgery itself was only an hour. I opted for the "relaxing cocktail" verus having them put me all the way under, but it turns out my body had plans for a nap anyway. I remember being wheeled into the OR and I remember talking to the surgeon about him needing to tape my boob down (sure, whatever), and the next thing I knew the anesthesiologist was praising me for doing such a good job and it was all done!
It isn't much to look at, just an incision with clear glue all over it and a bruise, but my shoulder is really sore. I can barely lift up my right arm and my neck is sore, too. But already I'm not as sore as I was last night.
Just another step down the road to being a survivor.