I had a small alien implanted on my collarbone last Thursday. It’s actually a “port catheter,” a heart shaped disc that visibly protrudes from under my skin.
The port allows the nurses to connect the chemotherapy IV quickly and easily, rather than having to hunt for a good vein each time I go in for an infusion. Unfortunately, the darn thing hurts. It feels like there is a needle embedded on my collarbone that keeps stabbing and poking me when I move my arms in certain ways. The port also sits right above the neckline of my shirts, so everyone can see my alien bulge.
Today is the big day—my first chemotherapy treatment! It feels like my first day at a new school. What will happen? Where do I go? Will the older and more experienced kids like me? Will the teachers (a.k.a. the nurses) be mean or nice?
Stay tuned; I plan to write my next entry while the chemo cocktail is flowing into my veins. Let the party begin!
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