I feel lovely today. I got enough sleep, I did yoga, I walked the dog before the temperature dropped again, my digestion has recovered from all the tests that involved eating/not eating/drinking inedible substances, we had a lovely dinner with friends last night, the sun is out, and so on.
And the comments I’ve been getting here and privately: you all make me feel loved and appreciated. I’m so well equipped with friends, even if so many of you are so far away. There’s just no way I can answer all of you individually, though: I wish I could, but I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. Please don’t take it personally, and please keep leaving comments as you feel motivated.
Tomorrow I become a cyborg: I get a port implanted. Not just any old port, but a PowerPort! Cool names are very important when planning your cyborg-superhero combo pack.
(Image shamelessly stolen from the manufacturer.)
The surgical consult last week was excellent: they had a demo port and pump to show me what it looked like and how it worked, the surgeon explained all the potential side effects and how he did the procedure, and so on. I know that kind of meeting is what’s supposed to happen; it’s nice to discover that it actually does. This one was especially impressive because my oncologist set it up with the surgeon while I was there, so I wouldn’t have to come back later.
Anyway, 8:30 tomorrow, my cyborgification begins! And then my recliner is delivered!!
I think the topic name of thee posts should be “Fuck Cancer.” Because why should cancer get top billing?
You make an excellent point.
I guess I’m not surprised about the cyborg thing. After all, where do you go from Jill-of-all-trades? At least that’s a promotion. Just so long as your hairy sweetie does not learn how to hack your programming. You might find yourself twerking. Or worse, performing Viking Burlesque. Gah, now I have to go wash my brain out. But we’re sending you good vibes anyway. If I were you, I’d hide the universal remote, just in case…
When things go as planned, yay. Hope the trend continues.
Reading your blog to mom yesterday, editing for fucks, she would not have understood.
I hope the cyborgification goes as smoothly as the meeting.
Okay, that port is actually kind of cute. I really wish you didn’t have to get one, but if you do, why not one that almost looks like an accessory?
Also: fuck cancer.
Love you. Keeping fingers crossed. ::Hugs::
be careful and check the specs. That is what screwed Johnnie Mnemonic. But love the purple, cause one does want a hint of color.
Oh, does the center light up, like Iron Man’s heart thingie?