Ports…a love/hate relationsip. 

Ports…not the ship kind, the kind that sick people have under their skin.    

The kind that are supposed to be helpful and make treatments and blood tests easier on our veins. The kind of port I had to go under to get
and the kind of port that is being extremely unhelpful at this point. I have to go next week or this week depending on availability to see what is wrong with mine. I could have a twisted cable, it could be clogged, there are many things that could be wrong but I was planning on keeping this accessory for up to two years while I still receive treatments.  

Now, the future of my port is unclear. I will keep you posted. It’s always something…and I can sit here and feel sorry for myself or I can suck it up and move on. At least I’m alive! 


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