Deported!!

This is old news by now, but I'm updating the blog so that I can keep track down the road. I had my port removed on Friday May 24th. I chose to not be put under general anesthesia and I'm very glad I did. This was my 5th surgical procedure in a year and a half and going under anesthesia was getting old. Well, going under wasn't, but waking up from it was!
The procedure itself only lasted 30 minutes and after some tugging and pulling, they took my old friend out.
Recovery was so much faster and we headed to the beach the next day. I felt strange without it for a couple of weeks. I still touch the area looking for it and still wear the seatbelt in my car under my arm to avoid it touching my port, but I no longer miss it. I am beginning to see glimpses of normalcy and it feels SOOOO GOOD. I love EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I appreciate the little things in ways I can't describe and the bumps on the road, are just that... Best of all, I still believe that life is good. Very good!

MDA wouldn't let me keep the port, so I got a picture instead.