Nothing is ever simple when it comes to me, especially with my treatment. For those of you who don’t know me, I have the biggest phobia of needles ever and to overcome this fear I had a Hickman Line inserted into my chest so they wouldn’t need to keep using them.
The line goes into my chest, along a vein and into my central vein above my heart. However this didn’t end up making things easier and as the weeks have gone on the line has been playing up and stressing me out and making my treatment a nightmare and then on Friday I had the worse day so far.
I had just begun my chemotherapy when I was in that much pain I was crying and could have started to scream it was that bad, so to be in the safe side I was sent for a line-o-gram to check the line was working okay. I knew deep down something was wrong as it took ages for them to get the results back from X-Ray and I was right.
My line had spilt inside my chest and so the toxic drugs had been leaking out into my body tissue. Well you can imagine the picture on my face, I couldn’t stop crying, and then the news got worse. I was told I would need to have an emergency operation that night to have the old line removed, my body flushed and cleaned from all the toxic drugs and a new Hickman Line put into the other side of my chest.
This was the worst possible news I could hear, ever! I was in tears. I had gone through all the pain of the last operation and my body finally getting used to my line to have to have a new one put in.
I now have five holes in total across my chest. The operation was successful and I have spent this week recovering and trying to get over the pain of the new line. Something I didn’t want to have to do all over again, it wasn’t meant to end up this way.
