Port Day

 SO today is port day. My imagination goes odd places when processing various aspects of the cancer experience. Of course for the word "port",  my thoughts immediately went to ships, travel, and exotic ports of call, at first glance very different indeed from the port with which I will become acquainted today. But then I looked it up for a more specific understanding of "port of call". Port of call means an intermediate stop for a ship on its scheduled journey for unloading and loading of cargo or taking on supplies or fuel. Yup. That is pretty much it. It is through this port that supplies (meds, fluids, and whatever else needs to be pumped into me at any given time) will be loaded, and it is through this same port that blood will be drawn (unloaded) every week. Tubes through veins and a quarter-sized disc implanted just underneath the skin to allow for loading and unloading.  There you have it.
​Oh. All of a sudden, I have an urge to pour a glass of port. Not a bad way to mark the occasion!