On Friday we went back to the injection center and a nurse watched me and gave me verbal instructions while I disconnected him. That consisted of opening and clamping some lines attached to his port, giving one syringe of saline and one syringe of heparin. The hardest part was getting the adhesive loose on all the bandages holding the apparatus on to the port inplanted in his chest. I asked if he might shave that small part of his chest to keep the bandage from pulling on his chest hairs but was told no because of infection concerns.
After all the bandages are loosened, a small clamp is released with one hand while the other pulls the needle out until a click is heard to insure no point is exposed. Then everything is put into a hazard bag until we return it at the next appointment. While all this was going on, Tom concentrated on a magazine the best he could. He does not like looking at, talking about, reading, researching, or discussing any of this.
Since then we have moved fallen branches, thrown a Frisbee, and Tom has dug some holes to put spikes in on our driveway where he can practice throwing horseshoes. He did check with me first because I just paid close to $4000 to have our whole driveway refinished, but that boy loves his horseshoes and if those holes will make him happy and give him some exercise, what the heck.
On our way to the beach a few weeks ago, we were caught between a slow moving car which pulled in front of us from a reststop, and a tailgating camper. I suggested we pull over at the next available place and let the crazies all go. We discovered this view of the Wilson River whle we chilled for a while. 