Lots of kinds of "ports" but unfortunately for me, not the kind pictured to the left. No cruise ships, no exotic locations, no fabulous food or cocktails festooned with colorful umbrellas.
I've found the word "port" in all kinds of places lately....rePORT, supPORT, and just good old fashioned Port (wine that is).
However, port for me means that Thursday I will getting one installed in my body to save me, my veins and my care team a lot of frustration and worry. I know this is the right thing to do because the last 2 months have proven to me that I have to make this as easy as I can for everyone concerned.
A 5:00 am arrival in Fayetteville doesn't sound so thrilling so my driver and I will utilize the supPORT House to get a good nights sleep and then slide across the street for the procedure and hopefully back home. This gives me a week before said port gets utilized for round 3 (which puts me 1/2 way finished with this portion of my treatment.
Not much to rePORT today....I haven't felt great this past weekend, but I think it is allergies that are rearing their ugly little heads.
Love and Light from me to you. - Lavetta
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