Today was my third surgery in three weeks. Today, it was only a minor, outpatient surgery. I got my chemo port inserted in my chest. It feels weird.
I’m not going to lie and pretend like I’m tough, this, combined with the other two surgeries I’ve had in the past couple week and the pain medicine is wearing off … I feel like I got hit by a bus. Like a big metro bus…or maybe even a dump truck.
The port is a reminder that even after all this … the worst is still not even behind me. I can only pray with the amount of issues I’ve had with my mastectomy that my chemo goes relatively smoothly. My oncologist told me that they’ve come a long way with medicine for treating the nauseas associated with chemo … I really pray that that’s the case.