Port Security

This morning I'm waiting for Mom & Dad to come take me to the hospital so I can have my port removed. I'm scheduled for surgery at 12:30. I'm hoping that this won't really be a big deal and will involve minimal anesthesia. I hate having that tube down my throat. Dr. Chiantella, my breast surgeon, will take the port out through the scar where she put it in, which is somewhat hidden under my arm. I don't know if she'll have to open up the little scar on my collar bone again or not. I wasn't very good about asking questions this time. When we decided months ago that I was going to need a port, she told me she would give it to me after she took it out so I could run it over with my car or something. I'll post a picture of the port's demise if she sends it home with me. I'm not nearly as nervous or anxious as I was the last time we headed to this hospital, though my desire for something to eat and a glass of water is just as great. I can't promise I'll be up for posting a report this afternoon, but if not I'll check in tomorrow.