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Chemo Port Installation

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Yesterday was a very long day. I started out the day getting some work done in the morning before I had to get ready to go check in to the hospital. If you recall my last post (here) I mentioned that I was going to get a port put in for chemo. I don’t need to go into the details here because I did in the previously mentioned post. But to summarize, it’s a lot easier for me and the chemo nurses if I have a port.

Last I had been told I was supposed to check in at the hospital at 10am, so my wife and I drove over and started the signing in process. All went very smoothly. Shelby, the registration lady remembered me from the last time I was at the hospital to get a chest x-ray. She asked how I was doing and what was going to happen next. I have found that most people who work at Rogue Regional Medical Center have very compassionate hearts. I have always been impressed with their genuineness and caring attitude.

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After checking in at imaging a little later, Tony came and escorted my wife and me to my room. It was there that I had the privilege to put on that lovely and stylish hospital gown you see in the picture (I really don’t like hospital gowns). Once I had that on and was comfortable we waited, and waited, and waited. Finally the nurse that was going to be taking care of me showed up, her name was Leslie, and she apologized for how long we had to wait. Evidently they had changed my check in time to 11am instead of 10am and never told me about it. Oi vey!

Pretty soon 11am rolled around and Leslie was able to come in and start prepping me for surgery. I had to have an IV put in my arm and a blood pressure cuff and a heart rate monitor. It’s really interesting to see the nurses reactions when they hook me up to the machine that keeps track of you heart rate and they see that my heart rate is down in the 40’s. It always catches them off guard.

Did I mention that I wasn’t supposed to eat any food after midnight the previous night? I was really hungry. And my surgery wasn’t supposed to happen until about 1pm. That part of the whole thing really stunk. Everything seemed to get pushed back, and then we found out why. Leslie came in and told us that the Doctor who would be installing the port had an emergency surgery that morning. So that’s what pushed everything back.

Finally Dr. Bose (yes really, no relation to Bose speakers) came in and walked us through what he was going to do. It was going to be a standard port installation (here is a simple explanation). Once he was finished explaining what would happen he gave us time to ask any questions and then he was off to another patient.

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Just a few minutes later, Josh came and wheeled me into the surgery room where I met Stephen (or Steven, I never saw his badge). He was going to be administering the morphine that would get me through the surgery. He asked what kind of music I liked and I told him “whatever.” He then turned on Barry Manilow. Pretty soon nurses started appearing out of nowhere and prepping me for surgery. They covered my body with some blankets, and then a sterile sheet, then they put some plastic tape around my neck and then over my face which they then pulled off to the side to create a little tent for my head. They didn’t want me breathing on the area that they would be cutting into.

Once all the nurses had set me up for surgery, Stephen administered the morphine. Pretty soon I was waking up and found out that Dr. Bose hadn’t made it in because of the other surgery that he had done and that we had been waiting for about 30 minutes. After about five more minutes of waiting Dr. Bose rolled in and things got started. Stephen administered some more morphine and the next thing I knew I woke up to pressure on my chest. Dr. Bose was putting the last stitches in the site. It was very weird to feel the pressure but not the pain and to talk with him while he worked. I remarked to my wife later that it had been kind of fun. As I was wheeled out I saw a picture on the screen of the port in my body, I wish that I had been able to get that picture.

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I’ve been doing quite a bit of sleeping since the surgery. Even though it’s considered minor surgery there’s still quite a bit of  energy that it takes out of you. Once I got home around 6pm, I crawled into bed and basically slept the rest of the evening. Every once in awhile I would wake up, check Facebook, eat a little food, and then go back to sleep.

The pain isn’t that bad. It feels kind of like I’ve been hit in the chest by a baseball or baseball bat. I’ve been prescribed hydrocodone with tylenol, but I hate how I feel on the hydrocodone. So I’ve been avoiding that.

I have to say thank you to all of you who have been praying for me and giving me words of encouragement. Both my wife and I really appreciate the support that we have been given. The journey isn’t over, and chemo starts on Monday, but I know that I’m going to make it through. Thank you!

1 Comment

  1. I had to have that surgery twice, Nick. The first time, the port had moved or sumthin….why I have a big indentation in my chest!!

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