The chemo I am starting is called Vinorelbine. They won't run it through a peripheral IV, because it can cause major tissue damage if it should leak out of the vein, so after all these years of resistance, today I had a portacath placed.
This may not seem like a big deal to people who deal with these things all the time, but it is a big deal to me. It was the one small thing I felt I had control of. I told the surgeon that I wanted it placed so it would be covered by my bra. He was reluctant, because that's not where he would want it. It isn't his. It's mine. He ended up putting it where I asked him to.
|The port is under this glued-together incision.|
|PAC in action.|
Sometimes, I feel like I losing my grip on a body that is no longer mine.