I'm awaiting getting my port installed into my veins. This is leaving me with mixed feelings. I'm contented because this will mean they don't make me into a pin cushion at the hospital any longer, but it also makes me feel defeated because it will be a constant reminder that I will always be on treatment.
It's a good thing because they always have issues with getting an iv in. Once it took 13 tries. Ouch. My left arm will be less bruised once I have this port installed.
It's bad because I'll have this reminder 24/7 that I am on treatment. That I'm a cancer patient.
Being stage 4 breast cancer sucks. It really, really sucks. Bloody cancer.
