It is time to say goodbye to my portacath. It's been with me for six months, it was one of the best things that happened during chemo (it made treatments so much easier) but it is now time to get rid of it. One less thing to bother me and make me feel weird.
Today I am going to have the implantable chest port removed, under general anaesthesia, which makes me feel very nervous I don't know why because it is a simple procedure, that should last no more than half an hour. The fact that I have to fast doesn't help, the surgery is at 3pm, by then I am going to be so hungry and grumpy. It's not even 11am yet and my stomach is already glued to my back! I can see already the sign on my bedroom door saying "Nil by Mouth". Cruel!
Having to go to the hospital, wear a gown, and everything else that comes with a surgery, makes me feel vulnerable and reminds me of cancer. One thing that makes me feel reassured is that it's going to be done by my breast surgeon, who I know well by now and who I like and trust a lot.
I hope I wake up feeling well tomorrow and able to go to work. What an odd week, I just started and I am already off sick again!
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