Sometimes it's hard to let go
I'm celebrating a pretty major milestone this week, something that has been a long time coming. Nope, not the dog walking - that's so two weeks ago. I had my portacath removed! For those of you who don't know what that is, I'll explain... A portacath (port) is a central line that is surgically placed in your chest for infusions. Scott called it my usb plug. If you need a lot of infusions (chemo, IVIG, etc) and have crappy veins like I did, a port is a great thing. However, it is not without risk and hassle. Mine was 'installed' for IVIG back when they thought I had CIDP and needed endless infusions. I kept it as backup for the stem cell transplant and have been waiting to get it out since. You may recall that my first port got an infection and nearly killed me in 2018 (I wrote about it here ). A port needs to be used or at least flushed every 28 days, so you can never really forget about it. Needless to say, I was over the moon when I finally got the call two we...