Good riddance

I just received a letter from the hospital saying that I have an appointment on May 13th to get my Hickman catheter (aka iPod Embedded) removed. That's in one week and that's really good news!

I couldn't really get excited about the final chemo - its hard to get excited about something that makes you feel sick, even if it's for the last time - but next Tuesday is something I can really get excited about. First, I'll be feeling pretty close to normal then, which means I'll be over the final round of chemo. But more importantly I'll get the freaky tube taken out my chest.

I remember being pretty depressed the day that I got it. I put off getting the catheter for as long as long as I could. Back then I had about a week out of my two week chemo cycle where I felt really good. At times, I could even forget that I was fighting cancer, and the last thing I wanted was a constant reminder sticking out of my chest. After 5 rounds of chemo though, the veins in my arms were starting to constantly hurt and with at least 7 more rounds to go, I realized the catheter was inevitable.

I have gotten used to, but I don't like it. In a paradoxical way, I am glad I got it AND I hate it. Even though they don't say much, I think it scares Emily and Anna (Emily asks all the time when it is coming out). They also see it as the main reason why I can't wrestle with them anymore, so I think when I get it out I am going to get my ass kicked pretty quickly. And that's an ass kicking I'm looking forward too.