Today I head in to the clinic for a port draw. It took some convincing to have them make the appointment there. Should I go to any other lab, it would mean a stab in the arm and a fight to get enough to fill the proper tubes. Why go through all that when I have a port?
I sometimes wonder just how much blood they can safely take from me before the well runs dry! Two tubes here, four there, sometimes both a port draw AND a peripheral stick simultaneously - just to make sure. But without someway to see what is going on, there would be no way to treat intelligently.
Wouldn't it be nice if someone developed one of those cool sci-fi gizmos that you wave over a person and it tells you all you need to know? No sticking of needles, no ports inserted, no goopy scans. I guess that will be awhile coming.
Meantime, I am happy to lie still and let the nurse draw more blood from my port to make sure my levels are cooperating and rising as they should be. After hearing of the complications others are encountering, I am glad mine have been minimal! Ten minutes well spent, I say.
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