So it’s the night before port placement. I follow the drill; nothing to eat after midnight, shower with the antiseptic soap, set the alarm for an early morning wake up, and shower again in the morning with the antiseptic soap. Those are the tasks. The things that have to be done. But those “things” will not quiet my mind. It races with thoughts of the actual surgery, the recovery, and the knowledge that this officially kicks off the fight. The assault against an enemy that hides and looks for your body’s tiniest weakness. The treatment has to be harsh to equal the enemy. So yes it’s a fight. After my last battle over 8 years ago I decided I would not be known as a survivor. I am a warrior! I go into this forever grateful for the love and support that goes with me from God, family, friends and an awesome medical team.
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