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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 5/18/2011 1:56:00 PM
Mike, good luck with facing this difficult challenge. Through adversity we find wisdom and through the written word, some of us can share it. Thanks for sharing - your spirit and positive attitude shine through in your poetry. Keep on shining, keep on sharing, keep on keeping on. Joe
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Date: 5/18/2011 12:05:00 PM
I will keep you in my prayers Mike. Keep your faith my friend. Chemo can take a lot out of you. Love and blessings to you always, Carol
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