My Port is out the window




I didn't have a good night's rest as my dream was very uneasy and I remember

crying my eyes out. When I woke up it felt surreal I just broke down and cried

sitting on the edge of my bed. Memories from my journey hit me in that moment

and I couldn't stop crying from the thoughts of what I went through within the last year and

before my fight all first began.


This morning is really rough because today is the day I have my port removed.

Over a year ago before my diagnosis with lymphoma, I had a port

placed on the right side of my chest and it got infected with a staph infection called MRSA. My oncology doctor decided it was best to remove it from my chest.