Borrowing from Alexander’s memorable day, I present my day. It began as planned. My friend came and picked me up as we headed off so I could get treatment number two. She had a red cape on her lap and my cape was in my pack, so we were good to go.
This post is mostly an update. I didn’t know a better way to do it.
To my dismay, things didn’t go anything like they did two weeks prior. The RN’s were as pleasant and proficient as ever, but the port was not cooperating. The glitch with the port, combined with some discomfort prompted some new (new to me) tests. The dye study and Doppler showed leakage in the port catheter and a clot to be dealt with. Rats! Phewy! And a few more emotionally charged words.
The plan is a port removal and replacement in the morning and treatment two on Wednesday. These glitches are not fun. They are annoying. They are discouraging. They are part of the stupidness of all of this.
As the shock of all of this is settling I can say that I still hate cancer, but I LOVE the encouragement received today by those who went out of their way to don superhero attire and post photos. Capes to Conquer Cancer!!! I am humbled and thrilled by the support. Today’s posts are still bringing me smiles. 😊
I am still encouraging capes. They really do help and they’re pretty fun! I guess I will have to wash my Batman shirt so it’s ready again on Wednesday!