Today I go for a port. A port is a device that is surgically implanted under your skin that accesses your an artery. Through this port they can draw blood and administer the chemo. Another surgery that makes me nervous… I get anxious with any type of anesthesia. I had a wonderful nurse named Devine. She was so uplifting and supportive. I wish all nurses where like her. She talked me through everything. Every medicine administered she mentioned what it was and if I asked what is that for she would explain. As she prepped me for surgery Juan was outside waiting for a call to confirm the Pet Scan. My Pet Scan was declined 2 times and the oncologist had to have a Pier to Pier call to explain why she wanted it as the insurance company wanted me to have an MRI. So if the Mammogram, Ultrasound and Core biopsy didn’t show a 6 cm tumor so lets do a MRI and wait longer to see if this cancer is spread through my body. Meanwhile the anesthesiologist came in and spoke to me about what he was gonna do and I told him my concerns and how they the anesthesia for the lumpectomy. He was awesome and said he would do they same and not to worry.

I wake up and the port is in place and Juan tells me the Pet Scan was approved and that we had to be at the center by 3pm. We go home have lunch and leave for the Pet Scan. We are now at the center for the finally approved Pet Scan. Part of the scan is that I had to drink a lot of water and my blood sugar could not be over 200 or I could not do the Pet Scan. They drew the blood and my BS was 197. How close could we get…

I inject me with the nuclear medicine and I had to wait an hour before they could do the scan. So I sat in this little room big enough to fit a chair and wait. Fianly the hour is over and it is time for the scan. Time to see if this cancer has spread through my body. For the past two weeks all I could think about was every little pain was the cancer in that area. Juan and I decided to go on our vacation a the week for this and during the vacation every little pain was a constant reminder that I had cancer. I had to talk myself of the ledge on several occasions. So now my body goes through the scan. The machine pushes the bed through twice up and down then it goes in sections. It divided the body in 4. I closed my eyes and prayed. I asked God to help me through the scan and to confirm that the cancer has not spread. As soon as I said my prayer I had a ease and comfort. I must say that throughout this whole process I have had a sense of comfort. It is funny cause I sometimes think am I in denial or peace. I vote the later of the two!