Wednesday, July 29, 2009

My Anchor

Went yesterday to get my port taken out. They came to pick me up at 6am. I went down to the OR and the last thing I remember was them saying you're going to feel a little sleepy. I woke up at 7 am this morning! 25 hours later. Boy now that was some anesthesia! Don't remember much of anything about yesterday. Carl says I kept repeating the same things over and over again. Hopefully any friends that called, didn't think I had lost my mind. If you called, I wanted to say "thank you" , because I don't remember if I did.

Today we are sitting in the hospital room, waiting for the surgeoon to come in and see if I can go home. The oncologist is okay from his standpoint. I started back on the blood thinner injections ( I had to be off of them to remove the port). Hoping now that the port is out, the clot will dissolve sooner.

The area where the port was, is a bit sore, but Ibuprofen is keeping that in check. It's a bittersweet feeling having the port gone. Though it was a constant reminder of cancer and chemo, there was a sense of security in having it, in case I needed chemo again. But, I know that my sense of security does not come from ports or chemo or radiation. It comes from the Lord. To place my sense of security and hope in things other than Him are negating His power and promises.

"Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure." (Psalms 16:5)

"We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure." (2Peter 3:17)

He is my anchor and in Him I will place my hope.

Tomorrow morning, I go for my radiation simulation. From what I have heard, they place you in a mold and it hardens to make my individual form. Then they place the tattoos on your body to mark where the radiation will go. I'm going to ask for blue and orange tattoos since radiation will be during the Florida Gator football season. Go Gators !!