Still kicking... Again

The surgery to install my port-a-cath was today. Honestly, it wasn't that bad... Really more creepy than anything. That angel of an RN named Phoebe (I may have neglected to mention her previously) came to start my IV and she did it with minimal pain. She started it for my last surgery (seriously, just 3 weeks ago??) too. I didn't like this anestsiologist as much as the last one. I had to argue (lots) to convince him to let me leave in my contact lenses and he didn't give me enough versed to spare me the memory of the operating room. Also, I was nauseous and vomited a bit after this surgery, which is a first in the past four. Bad on him! Then, he sounded like he was mad at me in recovery. He said "I've given you anti-nausea drugs four times now and that's all you get." Kinda bitchy if you ask me. I've come to hate waking up post surgery more than anything (not the being alive part :)). Being all groggy and fighting to overcome it. Brad got me home and into bed as quickly as possible and I slept on and off all afternoon. Thank you so much to all of you that have kept close tabs on me... Carole and Bud, Renee, Ruth, Lori, Sara Jane and Karen especially. You are the best. Tomorrow is the first rituxan treatment. Gulp. Everyone tells me it should be event free and minimal side effects. I guess it's just the "gotta be treated again" thing that's got me a bit down. Sigh. Remind me to tell you about what's going on with the second opinion soon. Also about my amazing new friend Deb who was introduced to me by the Lymphoma Research Foundation. Oh yeah, and my wonderful Aunt Virginia who is sharp as a tack and going strong at 85 years of age. And BTW, STILL NO BABIES YET! Our beautiful Sehiya is approaching a full year of gestation. Come on already girls (but wait until Saturday, ok?). More later.