My Port

You’ve heard the saying Any port in a storm With chemo – a chest port Is usually the norm I’ll have a nickel-sized bump Or a quarter at best Just over my heart Left side of my chest And through it all fluids will enter And through it all blood work will leave They say that it’s really quite painless That’s something I want to believe But first they have got to insert it But first they must knock me out cold The procedure takes less than an hour I won’t know that it’s in there I’m told It’s done, now the port is within me My chest is a bit black and blue I can’t wait till they start to use it I can’t wait till this whole thing is through Then again they will have to extract it And again they will knock me out cold That won’t be until maybe November Till then, well this poem is on hold Those of you that do not know me, I was diagnost with cancer in Jan. Had surgery to remove what they could see. Had one lymph node prove positive for cancer and started a 6 month chemo program last week. I have been keeping a poetic journal of the trials and tribulations of a cancer patient since the start.