BEWARE: DRAINS OUT PARTY!!!

For those of you who have expressed your deep concern over the fate of Bongo, Dr. B says my drain is OUT OF HERE at tomorrow afternoon's appt. I can't tell you what a thrill it will be to be drain free. I'm planning to have a highly informal Drains Out celebration 7/16 this Friday evening in the lounge area of Izzy's restaurant in Cape Canaveral. If you are within the sound of this blog, come by and see me. I'll be there about 6 to about 8.

It will also be a pre-chemo party. I'm getting my first round at the infusion lab in Merritt Island on 7/20. I am overjoyed to be able to tell you that I am indeed getting the Chemo Lite package of four rounds in three months (every 21 days) instead of the giant industrial strength chemo package of eight rounds in six months. That means that this little blip in my life, and probably this blog, will largely be over by the end of September.

Tomorrow AM bright and early my friend Rose is taking me to CCH to have a PICC line put in. I had never heard of a PICC line before my oncology appt yesterday. It's a tube implanted through a vein in my arm, and chemo can be administered through it. Getting the PICC line is going to be done under local anesthesia and the procedure itself shouldn't take more than 25 minutes. Good to avoid a port and that pesky one percent chance of collapsed lung due to port placement, but I hear that upkeep on a PICC is a daily hassle.

Ok, so I can soon trade the daily hassle of shampooing, conditioning, and trying to style my hair for the daily hassle of dealing with the PICC line. I bet hair takes more time.