Far Guy had surgery yesterday morning to replace the port in his chest. His old port (his second one) was really hard to stick (it felt like trying to stab a tennis ball) and there was no blood return and his IV every week was getting slower and slower. One call to his surgeon and we were put on the Saturday surgery list at o dark thirty.
Far Guy’s weekly infusions to protect his lungs are dependant on a working port.
It is over, he is sore and tired and a tad cranky. Jen came to check on the elderly and to make sure we ate something. She brought Miney and Little Elvis with her, they always cheer us up!
Chance thought it was great to have company. I thought it was too…as I got to have a worry free nap and put someone else incharge for a bit.
Chance is still holding his own peeing, pooping and begging for food.