I’ve written enough about about my journey on the infection route that I’ve been on since January.  I’ve been sick six of the seven months since my ATR surgery.

I’m at a loss for words.rsz_1pau_syringes

This is my PICC line, my lifeline to health for 8 weeks — all 45 centimeters of it — that began in my inner arm and ended near my heart.  It needed a strong artery to withstand the drugs, otherwise, I would have had to have a catheter change at least every other day.  rsz_my_picc

My wound — it’s not pretty, but it gets me there.  I wonder when the discoloration will fade back to my normal skin tone.

My kind doctor reminds me that it has endured a major surgical trauma — twice.

Every day, my ankle reminds me that it is alive.  The prickly pins and needles at bedtime signal strength and healing.  rsz_not_pretty2

I could just jump for joy — on the inside for now, anyway!

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