Well, one reason it has not featured in my thoughts and words is because, quite simply, there has been nothing to report re the port. Or rather re the void where the port was. The surrounding skin calmed fairly quickly once dressings and adhesive were out of the picture, and healing has been incredibly quick. I have been able to swim from day 7 and although the site is still a bit tender and raised, it is really looking very healthy. In fact one friend thought it was my old scar, it is looking so good! Well done Dr P! It is wonderful being able to move my neck freely and I feel a greater freedom in my right arm.
And what about the port itself? It might not be surprising to hear that I carry it around in my handbag, waiting for an opportunity to show anyone who shows the slightest interest. And to anyone who is not interested. And anyone in fact. It has appeared in the street, in the office (several times), in the supermarket and at a friend’s house and in a couple of cafes. It even appeared on the flight back from Bangkok! I don’t think the fascination will ever fade, it really is an amazing thing. And it is MUCH better on the outside!
So that means I can focus on the riot of colour which is Yangon at the moment. Jacaranda is blossoming, bright red flamboyant trees are budding and bursting into colour and frangipani and bougainvillea abound.