My 3rd port is the charm.
Attempt #1 didn’t get very far because a port couldn’t be installed again on my right side. My surgeon tried several times but the needed vein on that side had narrowed too much for a catheter to be inserted.
Attempt #2 was that same day. I was handed over to a different surgeon and went through surgery number 2. A port was successfully installed on the left side. I felt quite energetic after both of these.
However, it didn’t work. Somehow it flipped medially and was facing my sternum. The veins in my arms took a beating for a couple months. It took a long time, too long, to get the next attempt scheduled.
Attempt #3 was successful. A larger port was installed about a month after attempts one and two. It’s staying in its pocket and not going anywhere. I can feel the bumps in my chest used as a guide to center the access needle. It was easy to access and is working as expected. This one is a keeper.
The whole experience reminds me of the movie Groundhog Day. I don’t remember how Bill Murray broke the cycle, but I hope I finally have. In one version my pre-op and post-op rooms were different rooms on the 4th floor of the hospital. This last (and final) time I had a private room with a view of the capitol on the 10th floor. I had the same surgeon for the last two – the same anesthesiologist for all three. Each surgery version seemed slightly different before I dozed off. I got a bit closer to what I needed each time.
This all took about two months. From an emotional level, it was exhausting. Having any surgery would do that, but to keep having the same surgery over and over is annoying. Thank goodness it was minor.
If you missed the port drama and would like to read more, you can do that here.
May my days ahead and yours be easier.