Tomorrow my hubby has an extremely minor surgery to remove the port that has been his support throughout the many blood draws, infusions, and IV medications. It is so minor that his surgeon is going to do it in clinic. This is really good news in the perspective of how well remission has gone since chemo.
Moving past the time for concern in the medical world of recurring cancer is pretty neat, if not a little surreal. This week marks the two year anniversary that the lump was found that started our journey. It's a little hard to fathom that it has been that long. Sometimes it still feels like yesterday. I can remember so much of the emotions of that year, many of them still a little raw below the surface. It is still hard for my husband to talk about his perspective of living with cancer.
I'm glad for the news that the doctor's think we won't need the port anymore. Yet as I write this I hesitate to be happy about it. I still worry about troubles with doing the blood work in the future, and I don't know if I will ever fully trust that the cancer is gone for good. I trust it is gone for now. I wonder if other cancer survivors feel the same way.
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