Portkey

My friend, Dena McDowell, asked me if I was going to name my port.  Since I enjoy naming just about anything, I was like, "Oh yeah.  Definitely."  I came home and told Kyrie that she had to help me come up with a name.  It couldn't be just any name.  It had to be something awesome.  And, it needed to stick to the theme - Harry Potter.

Kyrie came home from horseback riding lessons on Thursday very excited.  She had thought of a name.  "Mommy, I've got it.  Portkey."  In Harry Potter, this is any object that a spell has been placed on to take the user from one place to another.  But, you have to be touching it just at the right time or it will not work and could be just about any piece of garbage lying around and it can only take you to a pre-determined destination; not the place of your choosing.

I think that sounds perfect.  I think we shall place a spell (prayer) around my "Portkey" that causes the chemo to go exactly where it needs to go at exactly the right time, so that it can do exactly what it is supposed to do.

All went well yesterday with it's placement.  It was the most bizarre thing, really.  I remember meeting doctors and nurses and starting to be wheeled somewhere.  I vaguely remember them asking me to move from one bed to another, but I have absolutely no recollection if I got to that bed or not.  When I woke up, I was super-groggy and just wanted to go back to sleep, though I was fully functional and awake.  They gave me some OxyContin, which had the effect of making me quite dizzy, but also quite happy.  Then they sent me home.  I took a long nap in the afternoon (although I didn't feel completely asleep), and woke up with a shoulder that felt stiff and sore.  As the evening wore on, and the drugs wore off, it became clear I was going to need to take some more painkillers.  I really didn't want any more OxyContin, though, so I settled for some Tylenol.  And, I have to say, that did the trick.  I woke up for some more in the middle of the night, but slept pretty good and I feel so much better this morning.  I can move my arm any which way, I just can't pick up heavy objects yet.

I am trying to take one day at a time (because as Matthew - the Biblical Matthew - says, "Each day has enough worries of it's own.") and now that I am past the Portkey day, I am beginning to think about Chemo Day (Monday). 

I have to say, I am quite nervous and a bit scared.  They are, like, going to stick an IV in this port in my neck and pump me full of toxic substances.  Does that sound like a good idea to you?!  Ugh....  Could somebody please come up with a better idea?!  Till then, I guess I am going to have to stick with my new attitude - bring. it. on.  Although, I feel as if that is coming out as a whimper today, rather than a shout.