Port Out Starboard Home

I suspect not many people will get that reference.

Anyway, here it is, in a jar of formaldehyde (the port, that is.) Dr Lim gave it to me to keep for posterity.

The procedure was quite nerve wracking. Although the area was heavily anesthetized and my head was averted the whole time, there's a certain amount of discomfort associated with having someone dig around your chest wall to cut open the sutures that keep a port in place.

Glad that's done. And now I have something really good for Show & Tell tomorrow at work :)

Nothing Compares 2 U

If I was smaller and darker in complexion then I might pass for Sinead O'Connor during her shaved-head period right now. I suppose what I mean is, I currently have Sinead's hair.

I might show it off at a party my friend Paul is throwing for me in Seattle this weekend.

Peeling

There's a section under my left arm pit that's mahogany brown - tanned like its from the '70s. I tan easily (for a fair person) but this is ridiculous. As of this week the top layer of skin is now peeling away to reveal the pale stuff underneath. Weird. Especially since its only in one spot.

Separately I'm trying to get my digestive system back in order. Although I suppose everyone is, subsequent to the holiday consumption madness (exacerbated by the snow.)

I suspect its going to take some time to straighten out this system, however.

Tips, anyone?

Radiation Over

I just graduated (that was 32 treatments in total.) They even gave me a certificate. I think I'll file it with my Grade 6 piano and swimming survival certificates (which are two separate activities although playing the piano while treading water for an hour would definitely be certificate worthy.)

Next medical activity is getting this bloody port removed. Thereafter I'll be having four check ups annually - two with Dr Urba and two with Dr Bader.

But I'll think about that next week after this weekend's super mountain fun. Yes, we're going up to Mt. Hood for a couple days R&R with friends. Hurrah!