Tomorrow morning I have my chest port taken out. It’s an office procedure with anaesthesia but no sedation, and is reportedly trivial. I have been told I can resume normal activity the same day. Nonetheless, I am feeling rather freaky, in some ways more freaky than I did about the major surgeries of the past three years.
At the same time, this is the end of cancer being a daily presence in my life, at least until the next scan. Which means I get five more months of living like there’s another day coming.
So, yeah, Lorazepam will be my friend tomorrow. (After some critical early morning Day Jobbe conference calls.) Then I go to OryCon. Makes for an interesting day, if nothing else.