This morning I return to the scene of the crime (the hospital) to have my chest port taken out.

We initially kept it in because it wasn’t bothering me (and it would be there should the need have arisen to use it) but after a few months I was ready for it come out so we made the decision during my last appointment with my oncologist.

It’s a simple procedure: local anesthetic, small incision (probably at the same spot from where they put it in) and pull it out. Very similar to pulling out an IV in your arm, only this one happens to already be inside my body. There might some slight discomfort for a few days, but it’s nothing like putting it in which I went partially under for. For this they said I could drive myself in and out if I wanted to.

Should be pretty cathartic.
We’ll see.