Battles that is. I fought to not have a chest port, but I have lost my battle. Once I hear that the good doctor said it is a go, there is not much more I can do. Especially when said good doctor is out of town and I can’t talk to her.
So shit, tomorrow I have to go to the Breast Center (yes it really is called some jewish name Breast Center) and have a CONSULTATION before they schedule. I guess no one gives a good goddamn that I have chemo next week and need a scheduled surgery date for this damn port. Where is the damn damn tour??? No seriously, some nasty old broad over at the office of the doctor called me this morning to schedule, and she and I did not gel. That is putting it nicely. I basically told her she needed to be nice to people with cancer because we are sensitive. Her response? I am, I had cancer when I was 40. Guess what bitch, I win because I am 35! Suck it!
Ok sorry, I got excited. Tomorrow we go and discuss the procedure. I get to be put out and lord knows what else goes on. I guess they is why they want me to come tomorrow. I hope to be scheduled by Thursday because we have a big weekend coming up.
I had my bandage changed today at the outpatient procedure center, while waiting I heard them talk about two patients that died after visiting. Um, talk quieter? Anyway, they said I have to keep this bandage on for another 8 days. I swear at this point I will never shower without some form of plastic covering me. Between this arm bandage and whatever I will get from my chest port, I might as well be covered in garbage bags. It is so messed up. Remember, I can’t even wash my hair right! I am so over it- but I can’t be. UGH.
OK enough of my bitching, today has been long enough and I am tired. More crap TV on for me tonight, yay!