Taxol #2

In the elevator a staff member commented that I had a nice camera . I said i was a photographer documenting my experience. She  then informed me that I cannot take pictures in the Cancer Center of other people because of HIPPA regulations. 

 This is today's SELFIE. The nurse who accessed my PORT (by the way, I decided the port needed a name, because she has gotten so intimate with me. her name is PORTIA) commented that she had written the numbers all screwy. I anted to see, so I took this photo.

 All cancer warriors deserve an award. This keychain was found at a thrift store and my boy gave it to Indigo. In this photo you can see both Indigo and Juno. 

I am a fighter. 

I am a warrior. 

I will be a survivor.

I spent eight hours at the Cancer Center doing my infusion. I had all the normal stuff--Access port. Blood draw. OOPS, cant draw blood, so I got an enzyme that breaks down the fibers around port. Wait. Now blood draw.... wait.....Finally infusion time. Get hydrated. Take benadryl, etc.... then Taxol and stuff. Finally 3.5 hours of potassium. Having low potassium is not a good thing. Because my port is so intimate with me, I named her: PORTIA. It fits.

Near the end of all the infusing, I saw my surgeon. She isn't happy that I will be living at Joy Junction. She promised to talk to people and try to get me some help. I hope she can. I liked her better today than I have in the past. The oncologist was saying we would do the surgery in early September, but Dr. Voltura said IF we cannot get me transferred to Huntsman in Utah after I finish the Taxol, she wanted to do the surgery the first week in August.

Despite a very long day at the Cancer Center, I am feeling more positive about life.