NOV. 18-15 MY 'PORT' AND I PART

SHALOM!

I have never pushed to remove the port on my chest. I always was afraid that when and if the cancer came back, I would need a new one, as my veins could not take the normal prodding of a needle trying to find its good spot to enter. But my oncology Dr. felt it was time, altho' he told me that no more can we be positively sure that after xx number of years, that a cancer would not re-occur.
I went in for the surgery, fearful, panicking. As I knew they had to put part of me or all of me to sleep, I felt that I needed someone with me. MY oldest grandaughter and I arranged to meet in the hospital where she works. She told the nurse that when I had my surgery, it was she that slept on the floor beside my bed and now she was here  for what we hope is the end of the story, the removal of the port. Since I just went thru' several yearly tests, I knew how kind and polite and nice a nurse or technician can be, and too many times be the complete opposite in attitude, which in no way relaxes the patient. All I can say is that yesterday, I met the kindest sweetest competent nurse, who was truly there for the doctor and for me, and I bless her.

If only people would realize that a SMILE or a KIND word can make such a difference. I wish for any of you readers that you meet up with kind, caring individuals both in life and in your battle forward.

G. bless until next month.