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.