I'm back home again and I made it. I got ill during the port removal. Twelve years of scar tissue had to come out, too. My daughter, who was going to take me, overslept and I had to take myself. Now, I am waiting for the pain pills to kick in.
I couldn't keep my port but it looked almost brand new. Federal law says anything removed from a body has to go into biohazard medical waste. I shall miss my old friend.
Now, for some even better news. On Wed, I went to the dermatological onc. He took one look at the new spots on my arm and said they were NOT cancer. They were some type of kerotoses. The cancer was all removed by the last surgery and I don't have to see him for 3 months. I do, however, have to keep a sharp eye on the arm and wear the special sleeve outside.
That's the news from the little house on the prairie. I even managed to bbq some chicken before the pain got too bad. Here's to the arrival of better days for all of us............
A good friend will bail you out of jail...
but a true friend will be sitting
next to you saying,
"Dâmn... that was fun!".