Well, I'm one step closer to chemo.
I don't even know how to start this post.
I will say that I thought this surgery was going to be a breeze. It was not.
It's over, and I am recovering. Sore, but recovering.
Let me tell you about the port.
It is a Bard PowerPort Implantable Port.
I'm wondering how many implantable devices one person can have. I have two, so far.
Anyway, the PowerPort is a small device about the size of a quarter that is used to carry medicines into the bloodstream. It is placed under the skin, and in my case it is in my chest. I port connects to a catheter, and they catheter goes into a large central vein (jugular in my case) that takes blood to the heart. There are three bumps on top of the port that tells the nurses that my port can receive power injections. I'm not sure what a "power injection" is, but I am sure I will find out soon enough. The bumps also outline the area where the special needle will go.
The needle is called a Huber needle. Let me tell you something, I don't like needles. I don't care what kind of needle it is, I don't like it.
When I came out of surgery yesterday I was in quite a bit of pain. I didn't expect to have pain. I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, but the pain medicine that they gave me wasn't working fast enough. We were told that it should work in about thirty minutes. Forty-five minutes later I was still in pain, and I was near tears. McD was beside himself, and that is not a good thing. One of the little volunteers that pushed me to the vehicle in a wheel chair said, "He looked like a really mad drill sargeant." I'd never heard that one before, but I bet he did. A few minutes later here came the nurse with a syringe. I just thought she would put it in my IV, no biggie. Nope, she wanted me to roll over so she could stick it in my hiney. Ummm, NO! I refused. You might think that is crazy, but I hate needles. I was already in pain, and I didn't want a sore hiney too. It took a little while, but that nurse finally realized that when I say no I mean no.
So, in a way I am glad I have the port but I still have to be stuck with a needle just not in a vein. This Huber needle looks pretty big, and I am not looking forward to it at all. They say it will get better with time, but I will believe it when I feel it. Especially since I just read that the needle sizes are 19 gauge, 20 gauge, and 22 gauge. Have you ever seen one of those needles? Just Google it. I dare ya. I don't even want to think about it.
I wanted to have a photo of my incisions, but I don't have one right now. I will ask McD to take one for me a little later, right now he is mopping the floors. 🙂
Be sure to come back tomorrow to see my new do. Tomorrow I am cutting off all of my hair, well that is an exaggeration. I am getting a really short do, and will probably look a little like Gloria Beckham when I walk out of Sondra's tomorrow. :) I have a friend coming to take photos, so be here tomorrow evening to see me and my new do.
Thursday I have a very special post going up. I am going to be writing it soon, but I start chemo Thursday and I am going to need some button mashers. You'll see what I mean. 🙂