PORT REMOVAL DAY… YAYYYY! It was a different campus of Children’s Hospital, but I can vividly remember the day she got her port placed in her. Two things stick out in my memory: a woman in the waiting room who could tell what we were there for coming up to me while Delaney was in surgery to let me know that her son was getting his port removed and that we would make it. I was congratulating her on her son and she kept stressing, “No, WE made it!” and pointed at herself and her husband. She then warned me that the stress that comes with our daughter’s diagnosis can wreak havoc on a marriage if you let it. Well today, I am glad to tell you that WE also made it!
The other thing that stands out about that day is that it was basically the day “Cancer can kiss my stache!” was born. Going into surgery to get her port placed they spent a good deal of time making sure she wouldn’t be too scared. When they were all done calming her already calm nerves they asked, “Okay Delaney, do you have any questions?” “Yes,” she said, “when I wake up, can I have a mustache?”
Any guesses what she requested today?
Here is the today’s version and the original:
Or pre-op now and then:
As for Delaney, she was up to her silly antics. After they advised her she could breathe through her mouth if the gas from the gas mask smells bad, she asked, “where do I breathe out of if my dad’s jokes are bad?” Love that little goofball!
She is now out of surgery and doing great. Her medical nerd… I mean nurse mother on the other hand is sad because they wouldn’t let her keep the port as memento.
I know I have said it a million times but I could say it a million more, THANK YOU for all the love, prayers, and support for our precious Delaney and our family over the past couple of years.
While looking for the original stache pic, I came across these past pics that I thought I would share again here. I figure nobody that reads this blog will mind a walk down Delaney’s memory lane.