So.

The port goes in tomorrow

and, hopefully, a new set of grommets.

I’m not sure what time we need to be at the hospital yet but Ivy is definitely booked in.

Am I nervous?

Yep.

Sleep has not been my friend this week and so I have been left to my own devices in the small hours of the morning.

Imagining all the possibilities (both good and bad) and driving myself to a quiet level of insanity.

The girl is taking is all in her stride though.

She is looking forward to bathing both arms again (the PICCed arm is  discoloured and the skin peeling and is harbouring a funky smell, despite being wiped down with warm soapy water on a daily basis, so I am looking forward to that too)

and going back to preschool.

So.

The port is going in tomorrow and I am going to follow my daughter’s lead

and look at all the positives.

This is going to be a good thing.

Right?