Alison started her chemotherapy today. It was a scary event. We just were uneducated on the process. Her port is sensitive to the touch. So, when the lady sprayed liquid-freeze on her to reduce the pain of the needle, I about died for her. The port, if you didn't know, is a round disc with a silicone membrane on top of it. It's lodged just under the skin of the chest and connected to a tube that runs underneath the skin about three inches to the site where it was inserted into her a main vein. So the whole thing is "invisible." In my mind and in Alison's, we expected an tube to portrude and end in a connector. Not so much. The nurses use a short needle, and stab it through the skin and silicone membrane where the fluid can go into the tube and into her bloodstream.
Okay, well, we got through. On another note, Alison's taken to sleeping on the love-seat, which puts me next to her on the pull-out couch. Last night she thanked me for sleeping out there. I replied, "I'd sleep out in the rain if you told me to." And I meant it. That's my attitude. Win at all costs against her cancer. Facilitate her in her fight. Keep her spirits high by supporting her and making her comfortable.
I'll end by saying CANCER SUCKS AND I HATE IT.
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