Well, I just finished round 2 of chemo today and am feeling the effects. Thank goodness for nausea medicine. But what has got to me this round is this strange addition a surgeon put into my upper chest on Tuesday morning. It is my port, a device that allows medicine(?) to be more easily delivered to my blood stream. It is inserted under my skin near my left side collar bone and travels down into or a vessel near my heart. I guess this because before I left the hospital, they do a quick chest x ray to make sure the port didn't slide to far down into the heart. Anyway, tonight I got to take off the bandages and shower. For the first time I was able to look at this object pushing out of my chest. It is tender and does not look like it belongs. I stare into the mirror at this thing and the thoughts and emotions of having to have this damn thing in my body come to the surface. And one emotion that rises is I feel a little scared. I'm going to be wearing this thing for a long time and I suppose I will get used to it. But right now it is a symbol of what has gone wrong in me.
Time to try and sleep
Good night
