Wednesday, 19 August 2015

Becoming Portly

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.

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