In all the research I did about Phlebitis, the most common answer/advice people gave was "GET A PORT." I kind of rolled my eyes at the idea of it because it still was an extra procedure that I had to get done on top of my other appointments. But, the pain in my arm got so bad that I finally got to the point where I begged my doctor for it. The pain was so bad that I had trouble sleeping, and I was constantly alternating heat and ice over my vein to try to sooth it. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night crying and I prayed and prayed that this pain would go away. It didn't. It was frustrating for me because I knew I had faith that this could go away and I could be healed, but the pain continued on. I realize now that God was trying to tell me that I needed this port. If the pain hadn't been as bad and as debilitating as it was, I still wouldn't have it, and the resulting vein damage would have been a lot worse and more permanent. See? Timing in all things.
My doctor ordered me a port, and I had an appointment to have it put in right before my sixth chemo treatment, so I wouldn't have to use my veins again. The day of my appointments, I got a call from the doctor's office saying they needed to cancel my surgery because a trauma patient came in and it was going to be hours before they could get me in. So, I rescheduled for the next morning at 6:30 am and went to chemo as normal. As soon as the medicine was going through the IV, there was inflammation in my vein. Here is a picture (this is a week post-treatment, but it shows how bad the damage is!)
The line on the left is the Phlebitis, and that vein has already completely hardened, so they now call it a "cord."
So, the next morning I got up for my surgery, and everything went AWESOME. My prep room was directly across from the operating room, and since I was the first patient in, they were setting up the room and jamming out to classic rock. I've been saying this entire time that they really need to have music playing when you are getting these procedures done. Especially with PET scans. I met the surgeon and he was really nice and just basically went over the procedure. They put me under conscious sedation, and so I was awake the entire time! They numbed the area, so I really didn't feel anything. We listened to Journey and Foreigner and chatted about the Sacramento Kings, Hodgkins Lymphoma, and The New Orleans Saints. The whole thing probably took about thirty minutes.
All done!
So, I get to use the port at my next appointment! Cheers to no more vein damage!






