C is for Conduit

Okay, it really isn’t called a conduit or even a portal…they call it a port which stands for port-a-cath, but it is a way to take Chemo or give blood with out being stuck a million times, in a million veins, and today I had my port put in my chest.

Doug drove me, of course,and because I’m always such a nervous-Nelly about being on time, we got there about a half an hour early.

Boom ! I was registered, by Debra.  Do you know they put the identification band on the patients ankle now instead of the wrist?  I was glad I had a nice pedicure!

Boom! Marcia called my name and took Doug and me into a room.  Room number 1313.  Hmmmm.

Labs, tests, questions.  Yes, my birthday is STILL 12-21-48.  Seriously, I know they ask to make sure they have…