Kicking Breast Cancer's Butt

Daily Archives: February 3, 2014

I have a confirmed date for my port removal procedure.  They call it a conscious sedation procedure, which means I’m awake through the whole thing, but I’m not “don’t freak out” juice during the procedure.   It’s not happy juice, that’s for darn sure.  I sure didn’t feel happy when the put that port in me (though I’ve been very grateful they did – can you imagine the beating my veins would take if I had to do chemo that way?  Yuck!), like I was rolling down the hall to the OR for my mastectomy.  I wasn’t exactly singing, but the nurse did say she’s never seen ANYONE as happy to go into surgery as I was.  That was some good juice!  But the conscious sedation stuff just keeps you sort of calm and distracted during the procedure.  Waiting for the x-ray to confirm the placement was correct, I was a puddle of tears in the hallway.  Partly it was due to the fact that I was traveling to Vancouver to testify in a murder trial later that day.  But the nurse told me that the goofy juice also makes you very emotional.  Great.

I don’t feel pain when the cut into me or stitch me up.  But I felt pretty crummy in the recovery bay after the placement procedure, so I expect I’ll have a similar experience next Tuesday when they take this thing out.  There will also be blood, and sutures, and gauze, and lots of ugly bruising.

But at least we’re moving forward.