Port? What Port?

Have I ever mentioned how thankful I am to have the people I know in my life. I'm also thankful for those people that are not in my life yet. Some people I have just met, others I have known for a lifetime. Some don't even know me but know my story...thanks to my Mom. I have learned something from everyone. Even my quiet readers have taught me that they care...and my no-so-quiet Church family has informed me how anxious they were to read about my holy butt. Many have called, stopped me, or even e-mailed telling me how they love to read my blog. Why? I seriously think you guys hit my blog to make yourselves feel normal. News flash-my husband and children are far from normal. What normal child paints their Mom's hair blue? Hello?!?! Really, thanks for flooding my inbox with crock pot recipes, caring and most of all your prayers. You have no clue how much this experience is teaching me. I always say living in Japan taught me a lot about myself and made me grow leaps and bounds. So far my recent cancer diagnosis has as well. I pray others learn from my experience and look up to see where I get my strength from...because it surely didn't come from my veggies. ;)

Tomorrow morning I have a consultation with another Doctor to discuss getting a port-hole. ;) Since every other week this ship will be pulling in, it's best for me to make the ammo on-load as easy as possible. As of right now all I can tell you is it's a small device inserted under my skin below my collarbone. It will serve as an IV so they don't tear up my veins. I'll post more on that tomorrow when I know more.