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.