No more borg boob

Hip Hip Hooray!!!

Ding dong the catheter is gone!!!!

I'm so happy, I could do the dance of love again. Although I may look a wee bit weird doing it in my cube at the airport.

It didn't even hurt a bit!!! The doc gave me two quick little shots in my boob near where the catheter was placed and they really didn't hurt that badly. I was envisioning the pain I had when they numbed me for the biopsy last summer. So, the shots were a breeze.

Then, he put a drape over me and asked me if I was ready. I told him I was ready if he thought I was ready. He asked me again if I was ready for him to start. About that time, Army of Dad can no longer contain the big smile on his face and he looks at me and says "Baby, he's already done." Then, he breaks out into laughter, as does the doctor. I laughed in relief.

He was done before he asked me the second time if I was ready. I love this doctor. He talked me through the stitch removal and was really nice. Army of Dad (I hope everyone is sitting down) can be very tender when I need that. Of course, he was joking about lending me his Oakleys so the light over the procedure table wouldn't shine in my eyes, too. But, hey, overall, he's a good guy.

Didn't even hurt. I was so excited. It is a wee bit sore from where there is little hole, but I won't even have a big scar, which is good, too. The catheter line was about eight inches long. The doctor showed it to me once he yanked it out of me. Pretty thin.

I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping this is ALL over and done with. I go back to see him in a week and if he tells me I have an infection I'm going to put my fingers in my ears and start chanting "I can't hear you! I can't hear you!"