On Friday, Nov 9th, I will finally have the last procedure I need to complete my cancer treatments.
Sure, I will still be taking my hormone-blocking pills for the next 5 years, but, that's just a tiny little pill I take in the morning.
And, yes, I suppose I will have many many followup visits with various health care providers throughout the rest of my life. Perhaps more frequent in the next couple of years than later.
But the point is, those things are incidental.
I'm going to get my port removed.
That odd little lump on the left side of my chest, sometimes visible to one and all. That bizarre, annoying purple plastic gizmo, with a tube attached to it. A tube that goes directly into my left jugular. The thought of which would, on occasion, creep me out a bit.
It's coming out on Friday.
And then, it's time to party.
