The Continuing Saga of This Mortal Body – Act 2

ACT 2, SCENE 1:

Having been scoffed at in no small amount by my boss last week, and being called various things that I think I remember coming from the movie Forrest Gump, on Friday morning I finally succumbed to the unbearable pressure. I called and made an appointment to see my family doctor about some low grade but constant pain in strange locations of my body. I was able to get an appointment for this morning—Monday. My boss stopped his rantings. (Advice for making your boss stop his rantings? Call your doctor. Worked for me.)

Of Drains and Dressings and Freedom from Them

[In my next few blog posts I plan to summarize some of the things I’ve learned over the past many months of dealing with cancer. Of course the learning will continue for the rest of my life, but alas! This blog post won’t! I’ve always said “Once you stop learning, you may as well be dead.” Well, I’m not dead yet, so here goes…]

But first an update on my health, since that’s long overdue (both update and health, that is). It was a few weeks ago that the drain, along with all its attachments, was removed from my upper left leg. I had no idea what the hidden part of this thing would look like. How thick was it? How long was the part that was actually inside my leg? What did it look like? What was it made of?