So I get to see my caring, compassionate, competent, intelligent, adorable surgeon today. He is removing my port. I wouldn't be truthful if I didn't tell you I'm having some anxiety about it. Apparently it's much less of a big deal taking it out as compared to putting it in, but still, I'm not a fan of any of it. I'll be glad when it's done. Having the port removed is like some sort of symbol or milestone to my recovery....it's one more step to "fitting in"...exhilarating and nerve-wracking all at the same time. Although I'm not thrilled to be having a procedure today, I'm comforted by the thought of seeing the doctor and checking in. It's been almost an entire month since I have seen any doctor. Do you think he'd mind scheduling me to see him at least once a month, you know, just to say hello?
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