Dear Chemo Port,

Today is the day I say goodbye to you and deeply thank you for your service.

You’ve been bittersweet. A constant visual reminder of the heavy cancer treatment, yet also a reassuring companion whispering that if I ever needed more chemo, I’d be ready.

You’ve been my tangible version of the sword of Damocles, hanging over me… the visible sign of an invisible fear. 

The fear that lingers long after the brutal treatment ends, the one the world around us can’t see. I still dream of the day when a simple headache is just a simple headache and doesn’t make my mind jump straight to a potential diagnosis of brain metastases. 

You’ve been my badge of honour in a war I never chose to fight. You marked me as part of a secret group none of us wanted to join…the members recognising one another by our port scars.

I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to let you go just yet….My children insisted I bring you home after you’ve been with us for five years, hidden under my skin. Now, they can finally see your little face and you really do look like a mouse🐭

As much as I appreciate you, dear Port, I hope I’ll never need your service again. You’ve done your job wonderfully, and for that, I thank you💕

With all my love, 

Mary

aka The Happiest Human Being Alive!!!🥰🥰✨