Wow....it's good to be wrong

I don't really even have the words for today. May tomorrow or the next day or weeks down the road I'll be able to adequately verbalize what this day means to me. Maybe I will be able to convey the sense of relief that it is really over. Maybe.

Today Mike's port comes out, nearly 8 months to the day. It's a day I've been waiting for since it was put in. I will be able to put my face in the pocket of Mike's left shoulder without the hard lump of his port poking me, reminding me of the sudden seriousness of our life. I will be able to look at his chest, run my fingers over the smooth skin of his collar bones and not have the "in your face" reminder that cancer once knocked on our door and let itself into our lives. It will be good to have it gone.

In about an hour I'll be sitting in a waiting room, again. I will be stress knitting while Mike sleeps through the removal. I'm not worried about the surgery this time. I will be waiting with anticipation for the moment I can look at the dressing and know it is over for us.

Today is filled with anticipation and future. A future you could not have convinced me 10 months ago we would have. Wow....it's good to be wrong.

Peace,

Karen