All is well! The "robot" is out, and everything went splendidly. Imogen's surgery got started a little late, so we had a really long day at the hospital. She's not allowed to eat or drink beforehand, so the longer it takes, the more enjoyable she gets. Us too, for that matter. When she finally went to the OR, Tam and I practically sprinted to the cafeteria.
So that's the port that was on Tiny's chest. The port that delivered chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood, platelets, everything. If you look closely, you can see all the different needle pricks from each time the port was accessed. They let us keep it.
Besides the hunger and a grumpy ride home, Imm doesn't even seem like she had surgery. Before the end of the night, she was dancing and singing to her favorite songs from Frozen. By the way, parents, that movie is legit. The next Disney staple.
Later, we even got to do one of our favorite Christmas traditions, Christmas bark, white chocolate and minty rocks. So good, and now all my coworkers get to benefit from a great evening.
That's about it. We have nothing more until the new year, and we'll have a consult with a urologist and more follow-up meetings with oncology. Not done yet, of course, but we're really excited about this next season. Thank you for your prayers!
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