Well I must have been a sight going to the radiology
department today for my port. Sunday’s healing dark microbladed eyebrows and yesterday’s black and blues from massive Botox injections all in the name of vanity. Yes, yesterday I rushed to the dermatologist to get botox. And she willingly shot me up with my favorite xyomenin cocktail (a type of Botox) in my forehead and crows feet. Even with cancer I'm going to try to maintain my youthful appearance. Today was port day. I have to admit after the butt bonanza I’m a little afraid to believe anyone who says it doesn’t hurt. Everything hurts me! So today I literally begged them not to hurt me. I was given the procedural roundup of what would happen. I would be given a twilight drug to induce amnesia. What could be happening to me that’s so bad that I have to forget about it!! After that I would be given several shots (they wouldn’t be specific) of lidocaine from my neck to my chest on the right side to numb the area. A pocket would be created and they would slip the port into the space between the skin and route-router a line to my neck connecting to my vein. Once again terrified I lied in a sterile room while they prepped and draped me. I have to admit the lead up and concern about pain on this one was anticlimatic. I felt a little pain with the lidocaine injections and pressure as they pushed the line through my neck. I’m sore now lying in bed and exhausted from the emotional nature of this all. I know I should be glad that when this is all over its all over but I still can’t wrap my head around why this is happening to me. What caused this? Am I to blame for something I did or was it just environmental. How do I prevent it from happening to others. Well now I have two ports (a match!) in my body. One from the lap band and and one for cancer. Next up tomorrow is my first infusion....meanwhile moms having a procedure to remove fluid on Friday.
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