Since it’s a Saturday night, I decided to get a little crazy and remove the dressings that were covering my port. The tape yanked at my skin, which is a sensation I have become all too familiar with, but I soldiered on. At one point, I thought I saw an actual gaping hole in my neck as I continued to tear off the bandage and I was about five seconds from passing out. It ended up just being the way the light was hitting the skin beneath the dressing, creating a shadow. Crisis averted. Repeat: There is no giant open hole in my neck. Very glad about this.
My skin was bright red, which I assumed was from the antiseptic stuff they paint on the area pre-surgery. I tried washing it off and realized that was no dye, but rather the actual colour of my poor, abused skin. I also have some little blister bumps around the incisions. This is not at all shocking to me, as I have learned via many weird and mysterious rashes that my skin, just like me, HATES cancer.
Here’s a pic, for those who enjoy some illustration.
I learned today that I was given a whole package about my port when I left the hospital. I had no memory of receiving it, because drugs do strange things to the memory and I had received a whack-load of drugs.
I flipped through it, and noticed this extremely happy fellow on the front of the brochure.
Look how happy he is! I’d say he’s even laughing a bit. As if ports are just the bee’s knees. I’ve noticed this on lots of various cancer-related brochures and websites. People always look so darn happy. Do they know something that I don’t? Is cancer actually this big super fun party where everyone is smiling and dancing and giving each other high fives? I can only hope.
The package also included a card, key ring, and an extremely attractive bracelet so that the whole world can know I have a port inserted underneath my skin.
All in all, I was pretty satisfied with the port package as a whole, especially because I got some freebies out of the whole deal. As a cancer patient, you get endless handouts full of information (although most don’t include bizarre bracelets). Every procedure, surgery, treatment, side effect, etc., gets its own handout. It can all be pretty overwhelming. In fact, I have an entire box that is overflowing with cancer-related paper and binders.
So now I have to make a new folder to add to the pile, which will be labeled “port stuff”. I will refer to it whenever I want to be reminded that cancer can’t be all that bad, because the doctor on the front of the pamphlet is smiling, and doctors know best.
5 thoughts on “saturday night”
Hi!! A friend (Jenna B) recently recommended I read your blog so i started at the bottom and working my way up! My port was installed yesterday…. Omgggggg it hurts!!!
Your blog is great though. Looking forward to getting thru the rest while sitting in chemo today. Have weekly treatments for 12 weeks. Today is #7. Woohooo!
Hi Joy! Hope I can give you some entertainment:) The port will become your best friend, I promise! I still miss mine whenever I need to give blood. Good luck with the rest of your treatments… it’ll be over before you know it.
Boy you can spend days reading brochures
Perhaps the port dispenses candy after you’re finished with it. Maybe that’s why he’s so freakin happy. xoxo
Can you imagine? Candy just shooting out from my neck? I will hold on to that thought for a while. I like it!