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My Veins Don't Have to Hide Anymore

Check in time today was 7:15AM and since I had to have someone drive me that meant my Dad dropped my Mom and I off at the door at 6:50AM, because "on time is late".  That left John at home to run the morning chorus of chaos on his own.  My Dad returned to our house to chauffeur the next set of Ruhlmans to their destination and then go back to school to drop off glasses that were forgotten.  One last task for Pops of getting the #LittlestRuhlman picked up by his carpool to preschool, while John got busy working.

Today was port-a-cath day. For those that haven't been through cancer school, it is a small device that got tucked right under the skin near my collar bone and has a catheter attached that feeds right in to a vein in my neck.  This will allow all of my meds, infusions, and blood draws to happen at this one pain free spot, instead of my exhausted veins.  Veins that no long bleed, veins that roll and hide at the mention of "lab work".  My regularly bold and plentiful veins hid so well that the only ones that are accessible right now are the ones in my hands.

I was on an operating table with a drape over my face, raised just enough to see the nurse.  She kept calling it our fort, I just wanted to get this magical device installed and get out of there.  They wheeled me back to my room, brought me snacks and juice, had me wait an hour and then once I proved that I could walk without falling, I get to go home with my driver.  The procedure went well, I didn't fall down and all is set for me to start infusions on Tuesday.


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  1. You are off to the races, on your way to getting this over with. Lots of folks want to hold your hand, dear Robin.

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