Yesterday was not my favorite day, but it was necessary and went as well as it could. I now have a port located in the right of my chest and this is where all the chemo fun will happen beginning next week. Next week!

My husband continues to be glued to my side during all of my worst and ugliest moments and I am so thankful for him. I actually think it might be easier having cancer than being the one watching your loved one have cancer? I hope I never find out.

One of the nurses I had yesterday was a little blessing from heaven. To the untrained eye, she’s a cute, spunky little thing with an adorable pixie hairdo. But to me, I see perfect eyebrows, and perhaps the absence of eyelashes? Super subtle things I never would’ve caught before, so the thought crossed my mind, “I wonder if she’s a survivor?” Sure enough, when she saw anxious tears start to spill over the coming procedure, she showed me a barely-there scar from her port days. It was so comforting. To have someone right at that moment to calm my fears, simply by sharing her scar and speaking with authority because it’s a part of her history and someday it will be a part of mine.

I still can’t fathom all that is coming, but God is going to do what God is going to do (I’m counting on this!), I’m going to do what I’m supposed to do, and my Oncologist (who has long, thick, beautiful blond hair) and her nurses will do what they need to do. I’m making a paper chain with 8 links and will tear one off after each treatment. When this is over, I’m throwing a fat party, so stay tuned.😆