Speaking of chest ports (and surgery to install them), my steri-strips have all come off. Now I just hope I can clean the adhesive off. The areas around a couple of incisions are real sticky!

More motivation: this morning I got a pretty intense pain in my shoulder. It wouldn’t go away unless I found just the right position, and breathing in was not allowed. Shallow, uncomfortable breaths.

I suspect this is a result of my enlarged spleen pressing up against my diaphragm. You see, in our very beginning stages of development, our diaphragms are all located very closely to our shoulders. They get linked into the sane nerve networks. Then, as we grow older, our bodies stretch and our diaphragms move further down our bodies. But the wiring still has them connected with the shoulders.

The pain from this morning eventually went away. We went to a movie, then to a friend’s BBQ. While at the BBQ the pain returned with significant vengeance! Such a buzzkill. And it is still making itself known right! Two percocet have been sent to die for their dear leader.

I am really looking forward to the start of treatment; the spleen returning to normal size, the night sweats going away, less (yaaaaawn) fatigue.

I know it’ll be like running a marathon. A six-month-long, poisonous marathon. But I’m still excited to hear the starting pistol, and to turn the first corner.

Bring on the chemo.