Port O'Catheter

Yes that is the christened name of my new port of call. It was so designated on the medical report yesterday. I was also wrong about what I thought it would be like. I expected a hole in my skin with a cap to open and close on the end. It actually is a bump under my skin with no exsposure. The bump is like the top of a medicine bottle that a dr. would stick a syringe into. So I still get a needle into a little bit of skin into my bottle top port. How fascinating modern medicine is. Between stitches, tubes, scalpels and staples I now can count around 65 differents holes that have been made in my belly, arms and chest. That is probably enough to make even the Pope jealous. Tomorrow is the day before chemo day but more importantly it is one of such great significance to me and I almost let my trials and tribulations get in the way. Tomorrow is our third anniversary. Three years ago tomorrow was one of the happiest days of my life. It certainly was one of, if not the, luckiest day. I have been privileged to live with, sleep with, love with and just be with someone who is deeply imbedded into my heart. I cannot imagine life before or after my cancer without Cat. So publicly, my dear, I declare that I LOVE YOU and HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!