Port's out!

I've been so excited for this day--it signifies the end of a difficult 8 1/2 months. Last night I got pretty worried. You see, Addie threw up--many times. I went to bed wondering if Steven would wake up sick and we'd have to postpone the surgery. But it all worked out--he's done and we are home.

Sitting in that waiting room was very emotional for me. I couldn't help but think back on all we've been through and some of our thoughts and worries as we sat there during the first two surgeries. During the first, we were waiting for biopsy results which came back to confirm the cancer. And of course, the second, we sat for so long worrying about so many things, most of which never happened. (On the other hand, things have happened that I didn't know to worry about!) Today's feeling was one of gratitude and relief to be done.

Steven was happy about it too. He wasn't one bit nervous and woke up from surgery smiling. From the minute he woke up, he wanted to go home and so he ate his slushie like a pro, watched a little TV, and then started getting dressed. I had to track down the nurse and tell her to come and let us go. She gave strict diet instructions to prevent nausea, but he would have none of it and started begging for a hamburger before he was even off the stretcher. And by the time we got close to home and he seemed fine, I gave in and bought him (at his request) a double cheeseburger. He could only eat half, but thoroughly enjoyed it.

We got to the hospital at 8:30 and were home by 1:00. He's resting now (okay, sort of) and feeling great. And me? I even spent a minute starting my to do list. Now, all I need is some gumption to get started on it!