I, Cyborg

A bit sore this morning; I underwent surgery on Friday. For the record, I would much rather be knocked out than undergo "conscious sedation" again--I had a near panic attack when the surgeon touched my neck. Not pleasant.

I am now the recipient of a single-line power port in the upper right area of my chest--about an inch under my right collarbone. The port is a titanium disk, with a catheter running up and into my jugular vein. This is to allow easier access for the administration of my chemo meds--once I start the 5FU and Oxaplatin (sp?), my veins (not very accessible to begin with) will shrink.

I am now a cyborg. Where is Sarah Connor?