The Port

I had another infusion of Herceptin last Monday. All was uneventful until it came time to flush the port. The nurse could not get the blood to return, whatever that means. She had me lie down, and tilted the bed with my head lower than my body, and before that, she had me raise my arms and wave them, and turn my head and cough. Nothing worked. She finally decided that it was how the needle had been inserted that caused the problem and told me I could go.

I hope there won’t be any problems when I have to return for another infusion in 3 weeks.

It’s bad enough having to have  a port, without worrying whether or not something is going to go wrong with it.