My chemo port is misbehaving. Today, it would give no blood (so I had to have a stick in the arm), and unless I was flat on my back, the chemo drip slowed to a random drop every few seconds. Normally, being told to lie down would be music to my ears. However, even good things like recliners have their limits and two hours flat on my back is mine.
Phyllis pointed out that a gentleman who was getting the exact same chemo as me started a half hour after I did and finished a half hour ago. I still have 800 ml to go, plus another smaller bag of something else after that. I've already been here four hours!
So the next adventure in my treatment will be next week (my "off" week) to get some dye injected into the port so that any problems in my line will be visible. Phyllis says I may need a new chemo port, which probably means another surgery. But if it speeds things along, it will be worth it.
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