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"Modern medicine" truly is a marvel to me.  When they told me to show up at the "day surgery" unit at 6 am for placement of my port, I wasn't sure what I had signed up for.  When they wheeled me into an actual operating room and squirted me down with orange betadine, I half ways expected Dr. McDreamy to peer over the draped cloths at any moment.  From the big overhead lights, to the sterile surroundings, and the trembling and shivering of my legs in reaction to the cold temp in the room, it reminded me of too many other surgeries I have had.  But through a carefully monitored combination of drugs, I was kept only mildly sedated, and pain free.

A pocket of sorts was made in my skin just below my collarbone and then a microtube was threaded through my vein into a major artery near my heart.  The whole procedure took about half an hour.  The chemo will be put into the port lying just under my skin tomorrow and all of my labs will get drawn from there as well.

The PET scan was equally painless, and done in no time.  Soooo, I went from this :

To this!  

Seriously.  From "surgery" to DQ in the span of a day.

I broke out my list of things I am grateful for and jotted down 1 more.

My first Dairy Queen this spring.  I didn't care that is was cold and covered with snow.  After a long day of no food at the hospital, DQ never tasted so good.

But the biggest surprise was signing into my blog and any tear I was spared from shedding today, poured out in one big happy and astonishing moment. 

Sara gave me a much needed blog makeover, and you all showed up to love on me.  You came from Robin's and Sara's and Kelly's and I couldn't wrap my brain around it.  I cherished each and every comment.  You know how to make a battered soul smile.  My faith keeps deepening, and God keeps showing up in the details.  

Dinner came from a friend, ribs and potatoes, and all the fixings. I swore I wasn't going to eat for fear of getting sick tomorrow and spoiling the taste of ribs for good... but you know I couldn't turn down ribs.

And this little cutie?  Got up in front of his class today and told them his mom has cancer.  And she's going to get better.  Indeed, with all of this love, support and prayers, how can she not get better?  

Dr. Panwalkar tomorrow at 8 am for the results of my PET scan.

Chemo at 9. 

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Thank you from a very humbled heart...