The Dreaded PORT

I found out that on Friday, I was going to have a port put in my chest to deliver my first chemo

when they got my path report back which showed my cancer was a triple negative variety. That

means I tested negative to estrogen, progesterone, and hrn2. I showed up at the hospital at 6:30

and Bev showed up too. We ran into the surgeon in the lobby and he was super nice and said

“We all breathed a sigh of relief when we saw that the pet showed no additional cancer. And I’m

sorry to get you here so early but I didn’t like the person who helps with ports on Saturday.”

So they put me to sleep and I woke up with a little button in my chest that I keep calling my

turkey pop up button because that’s what it seems like.