There also was a great deal of trouble getting into my veins. I've developed a lot of scar tissue, and with the bone meds and blood tests and who-knows-what, I've got a lot of puncturing coming at me in the future. My veins have always been exceptionally tiny and rolling and collapsing and generally very difficult to get into, even at the best of times. So although I've put off the inevitable for as long as possible, I think I won't have long before it becomes necessary for me to get a port/catheter put in.
I'm not looking forward to the whole thing one single bit... but I don't think I'll have a choice, not for long.
Since I had to inherit my dad's big bones and huge feet, why couldn't I have inherited his big veins, too? It's ridiculous that a person as big and robust-looking as myself should have such tiny, fragile, fairy-like veins.
My son is going to be in a production of 'Once Upon A Mattress', which is based upon the fairy tale 'The Princess and the Pea'. In this fairy tale, my veins are the pea.... and I am the twenty mattresses and twenty featherbeds.
I guess that makes my husband the princess?
Um. Maybe not...
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Some good news would be a nice surprise. The port isn't fun but it might give you some relief.
I'll be thinking of you Tuesday, which is when I get my next PET scan. On the port issue: get it. I got mine when I started my metastatic treatment and love it. My veins were already shot from my first BC treatment in 2004, so I did not even think twice. My procedure went well, and I cherish my port, especially when I go outside the infusion center where they are not used to chemo veins. Love and hugs, donna
Oh Sweetie! I hope the port makes things much easier for you! It's got to be better than those anorexic, twelve year olds poking you with needles! ;-)
No matter what the results are on Tuesday, you will still be the very same, wonderful woman that you are today and you will be surrounded by a whole lot of love and prayers.
Great picture of your husband on the 'stack of mattresses'!
Love the photo, and the news that your talented offspring is in another musical showstopper.
As a giant with lilliputian veins (and continent-sized bruises at blood test time to prove it)--I hope the port makes it easier for you, if that's the way you have to go.
I hope the sun is shining tomorrow...everywhere.
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