I don't think that I've ever shown you guys my mediport before. Please forgive me if I have. This little beaute has been a noticeable cancer souvenir since September 30, 2008. I didn't really notice it when I got it. Let's be honest, it was the least of my worries after a bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction. It seemed so minor, so inconsequential. Now though, I'm sick of the thing. Luckily, it's my last little visual reminder of the whole breast cancer thing. Well, other than the reconstructed breasts :)
This guy is so obvious to people, especially in the summertime, when I frequently wear strappy tops. In fact, one day I was checking out at Wal-Mart when the cashier said, "Honey, what happened to you? What is that under your skin?"
"Oh, it's my port. I'm a cancer patient," I replied.
"Good," she so matter of factly said, "I thought you swallowed a quarter."
Classy. Real classy, lady.
Today, I had my pre-op appointment before I get the thing out next Friday. Truly, it's going to work in my favor. I get to have a little lipo to fill in the hole that it leaves. SCORE! There are few perks to cancer, but two lipo sessions came as part of the deal for me.
So, in just 9 short days, I'll look like every other mid-20s woman. Well, sort of . . .
Oh, and for those of you who don't know what a mediport is - it's a site through which I received chemotherapy and other infusions. It's a much quicker and easier access to my blood supply, than it would've been to start an IV every week. So, it really was a good thing for me.