Going Home!

Bag is Packed

Doctor came in this morning at 7:00 and said, "I think I am am going to send you home today.  Even if your numbers aren't all the way there, they are trending in the right direction." 

I said, "Great, that is good news, thank you!"  I felt like giving her a hug but I was able to exercise some self restraint.

The last thing that happens when you get released is that they pull your PICC line.  This is what they give me chemo, antibiotics, fluid and draw blood through.  It is a port with a small hose attached that runs through a vein from my bicep to just above my superior vena cava (entrance to heart, I had to look that up).  To start with, the thought of this thing being inside me freaks me out, but that does not take much.  The thought of removing it almost makes me physically ill.

The procedure is pretty straight forward.  They remove the dressing around where the line enters your bicep, tell you to bear down like you are having a bowl movement and then they "yank".   The procedure does not hurt at all, but is a strange sensation to say the least.  They came in at 11:00 to remove mine and were done by 11:10.  Aside from a well concealed panic attack during those 10 minutes, it went well.

So, Crystal is on her way in right now.  Can't wait to get home!