On Tuesday, I went to Stanford Hospital to remove the port from my chest. Even though I had the option to leave it in (just in case), I decided that since I was not going to be dealing with cancer again, that I should remove the port. I felt that psychologically I needed to remove it to demonstrate to myself—and the world—that I was done with cancer.
Although the actual procedure isn’t a long one, Stacia and I spent the majority of the day at the hospital. Between the prep work and multiple discussions about what I was about to do, it was a very long day.
Since Tuesday, my chest has been extremely sore, but fortunately, the pain has been slowly diminishing. It’s hard to believe that the chemo part of my recovery plan is officially over. Now – on to that post-cancer action plan…
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