My port & Tracey is not a nurse.....

  For those who don't know what it is, my port  is a small device that is under the skin on the left side of my chest, between my collar bone and breast.  It is where I receive my chemo and hydration,or if they need to draw any blood, without having to repeatedly stick me in my hands or arms. It basically is a small cylinder with a hollow space and a soft top that they put the needle in.  It is connected to a small catheter that  **goes into one of the large central veins that deliver blood to my heart**..  putting the medication directly in my body.  My incision still hurts and I can feel the large bump under my skin.  It itches because the incision is still healing.  I had one in last time and it left quite a scar, thou this time, my surgeon told Beth and Tracey that he made it "pretty". I also have a "numbing" cream to put on it before I go, thou it really doesn't hurt, just a poke like getting a shot.  Now, about Tracey and her "nursing skills".  We went this morning for my iron treatment, afterwards they put a syringe full of heprin in my port so no blood clots form in my catheter.**  Tracey asked if she was putting "air" in it.  The nurse looked at her and said, " Uh, I think if I put air in it I could kill her" **   (Look above * to where the catheter goes..right to my heart!!)* After the treatment, the nurse took the needle out and I started to bleed really bad from my port.  She only had a small cotton ball in her hand so she said, " Can you please get me a piece of gauze?"  I looked over and Tracey had her head turned away so I said,"are you talking to her?"   Tracey is not one for blood , so I ended up pulling down the top of my white t shirt so blood didn't get on it while the nurse reached over next to Tracey and got some gauze.  As always it was another adventure at the cancer center today...I'm so thankful for having such good friends that will take me and sit thru this...and today was Tracey's birthday...