Port Day

"She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future." 

- Proverbs 31:25 -

A good friend of mine posted this verse on Facebook for me. I think this is my new mantra.

Today, I got a port installed in my chest. Since I’m such a hard stick (again thanks, gadolinium] and since I’ll be getting infusions of Avastin every 2 weeks, my oncologist wanted to put in a port. I was more nervous for this procedure than I was for the big ass brain surgery. Thankfully, I remember almost nothing. Yay sleepy drugs and FentanyL! I started waking up toward the end when they were gluing my skin together, but that’s about it. The worst part of the procedure was getting the IV. I know better, but I didn’t want to be a giant BiA to the nurse. I shouldn’t have even let her stick me; we ended up paging the IV team.

There’s been a change of plans. I will be getting my first infusion of Avastin on Wednesday, and I will be starting radiation on Thursday. My oncologist just learned today that there’s been a change to the Avastin procedures, so we can actually start earlier than the 30^th. We want to begin treatment as soon as possible based on the bitch tumor’s proximity to my brain stem. I’m just ready to get this show on the road and burn the bitch to the ground.

Fight like hell.