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My port

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  I had another infusion last week. I was calculating it and I may only have two or three more infusions. I started January 7th. I'm supposed to receive the Herceptin for a year. I have one after Thanksgiving and then one in December. I'm not sure if they'll want me to get one more dose in January or call it good after the one in December. It doesn't really matter to me. It's pretty quick, especially when I don't see the doctor. It's about an hour for the whole process.  I get to the office, check in, wait for the nurse to call me back, have them access my port and then they tell the back room I'm ready. The "back room" mixes up the drug and then they bring it out and hang it for 20-30 minutes. I always forget how long it is. Anyway, it infuses for the amount if time it's supposed to and then they de-access my port and I'm on my way.  The worst part is getting my port accessed. They stick the needle in and it's a poke but you have t...

Goodbye shirts

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 I wore these shirts just about every night when I was going through radiation. See how there are some dark spots on them? Ya that is grease from the ointments I used to keep my skin from cracking and burning. I used old shirts knowing they would probably get ruined. Well the time has come for me to throw them away. They are so greasy, but they saved my sheets for me (for the most part). Thank you t-shirts but I don't want to see you ever again. 

Memories

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  I saw this hanging in my bathroom the other day. It brought back some memories.  This is the little pouch that I would hang my drains in after I had my mastectomy. When I would shower I would put the drains into each side of the pouch and hang it around my head. This way they weren't freely hanging, tugging on the stitches in my stomach, that were holding them in place.  I thought about Ryan stripping the tubing every morning and night, emptying the drain into a container and writing down the amount on a piece of paper. I had to divide the paper into right drain, left drain, date and time. And it had to be emptied and recorded every morning and every night. I couldn't get those drains out until I had less than a certain amount of output for three consecutive days.  I remember I went to the Garth Brooks concert with Ryan, my sisters, and their husbands. I had driven to the concert with Ryan's brother and wife who were also going to the concert. When I had gotten in ...