A Farewell Poem to My JP Drain

I found this on an old BC blog...

Oh little drain
so foreign
yet sewn into me
so you become me
and I feel like Frankenstein.

Tomorrow I say goodbye to you
and I will not be sad
because you hurt.

Your yard of rubber tubing
and flattened bulb
are a miracle of fluid collecting wonderment.

But I will take my miracles in other forms.

I GOT MY DRAIN OUT TODAY, YEAH!  After almost 3 weeks, the fluid collection was low enough to have it removed.  I called Dr. M's office and she could see me at 4 PM today to take it out. 

They wanted me to sign a consent form for the surgery to place the port in my chest for chemo - ummm kay wasn't prepared for that.  When I got called back I saw I diagram/pictorial of the port procedure in the slot on the door with my medical records.  Her assistance said "you getting a port right?"  I said "TODAY?!"  "I didn't come out here for that, I came to get my drain removed and thats it"  She said, "Dr.M just wanted to talk to you about it."  I said "oh ok."

Dr.M came in and said you ready to get that drain out huh?  "Ready" was an understatement!  She removed it so quickly I didn't even realize it was out.  Then she pulled out that damn picture, when she looked at me I said "I don't want that port in my chest."  She said "why not?"  I told her because I don't want chemo.

She laid the picture down and told me she understood where I was coming from.  She shared a personal story, and said that she thought because of my age, being young that it would be in my best interest to go this route.   We talked about  the power of God's will and she explained that even though he has all the power, there is some times a plan that is laid before us to follow.  Then she said "now God wants you to allow me to implant this port lol"  She suggested that I try one or two cycles of chemotherapy and if makes me too ill to the point I can't function -  I can stop if I choose to.  The conversation with her was very insightful, allowing me to see her as a person not just a surgeon.

The surgery is set for next Thursday. The procedure shouldn't take more than an hour -  more anesthesia, oh the joy!  Let's see if I show up.