My “Deportation”

Good news!  My mom and I both had our check-ups last week at MD Anderson and both check-ups turned out well again. Whew.  For those keeping track, my mom went with the mocha-flavored barium smoothie and I stuck to my favorite. Berry.

Mom:  Even though she has quite a few involved lymph nodes, her low-grade B-cell follicular lymphoma does not appear to be progressing. Stable is good.

Me:  No tumors were found on CT scans of my chest, abdomen and pelvis and my tumor markers are in normal range. NED is still my friend. My Bard Power Port was removed.  Some friends are jokingly calling this my “deportation,” NOT to be confused with the currently highly-charged, politicized type.

I have mixed feelings about my port removal.  On one hand, the port was a not-so-pleasant reminder of my cancer and the chemicals injected into my body. On the other hand, it represented part of the very effective treatment plan used to kick my cancer.  I feel a little vulnerable now without it but I will adjust.

My mom and I have our next check-ups at MDA in October.

I am blessed once again to have one less thing to worry about.  At least that’s the idea.