The other day Trey had a permanent port put into his chest. He used to have one called a Broviac that had two lines coming out of his chest. It was very useful but had to stay sterile and thus he could never get wet. So, this summer, we had it removed and just went with getting an IV put in his arm each week (as his need for two lines was no longer as per treatment changes). The surgery to put in his port was, in fact, surgery but altogether no big deal. The surgeon did say afterwards, “He’ll be pretty sore as I dug my finger into his soft tissue in his upper chest to make room for the port.” Yeah, he said that. Guh! That even made the bottom of MY spine tingle I get squeamish over very little. All that being said, we had to give him Tylenol twice that day and chose to give it to him once (though he didn’t ask for it) the next day. On the third day I asked him how his chest felt. He said, “it hurts.” I asked him why he didn’t ask for Tylenol and he shrugged and ran away. Yes, Young Warrior indeed.
As usual, a prayer guide from the gifted Cathy Muscara.
Trey Tuesday – November 13, 2012
It’s that simple.