Ya Gotta Do What Ya Gotta Do!
The week before last was full of blood work, tests, scans, and various office visits just trying to figure out the best plan for Matt's port situation. After several days of blood thinner shots every morning and night (which took a solid 5 minutes every time because neither of us could hold still from laughing. I don't know why me giving him a shot was so funny? And the poor boy looks polka dotted from all the little bruises, but I digress...) they determined the best plan of action was to either replace or repair the port. He had that surgery last Friday, and they decided to remove the old port, and put in a new one on the opposite side. He did not love it (as you can imagine) because he really didn't want any other procedures or surgeries, but I think he appreciated it more after having a much less painful chemo experience last Tuesday. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do! 7 down, 5 to go! He looks like he failed miserably at spray...