It looks like I'll be getting a new port put in my right chest on Wednesday, right before my next chemo treatment. I heard back from the surgeon's nurse, and he has agreed to put it in on the say so of my oncologist. It was going back and forth between the two Drs and they couldn't seem to get their acts together. The surgeon wanted me to have a consult with my surgical oncologist before he would put in a port, and I haven't been assigned to one, as far as I know. My oncologist seems to think I can do without one, but the infusion nurses say I must have some sort of line in before the next round, because one of the drugs is too caustic to do into a small vein, and I'm a "hard stick", which means it is hard to find a good vein in my right arm, and they can't use my left, due to the clotting, and the lymphoma.
I have to go in on Tuesday and meet with the anaesthesiologist, have pre-surgical blood work done, and meet with the surgeon. I'm very happy about this, because the alternative would be a pic-line, which opens to the air, and hangs out of the chest wall, and has to be flushed with heparin every 2 weeks, and my treatment is going to be on a 3 week schedule, which means I would have to do the flush, or make an extra trip to have them do it. Having tubes hanging out of my chest, even under my clothes isn't a good thing around horses, and the dirt around the animals wouldn't be good either. When I said something about this to the nurse, she said," well, you will just have to have someone else deal with them during your treatment" As if that were possible right now.
Amy's mom is in hospis care at home now, and isn't able to help much right now, and Michelle doesn't get off work til it is almost dark, and there aren't any lights out there yet. Mike gets home around the same time, and he is having to go to Norway again on the 19/20 for 2 weeks. I'm doing most of the feeding of the horses, rabbits, cats, piggies, and the duck.
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