August 20, 2017- Week 3 Day 1. 
Today was suppose to be radiation followed by no chemo but go get my picc cleaned, ports changed and fresh wrap. Every single person I meet I still say are so kind and "gentle". The boss of radiation was working today, and he happens to be a man. I'm a prude patient who's very protective of her ta-tas and he was really super respectful and now he's one of my "people". Next the picc line. Funny (not really) a person who has seen a lot of blood and guts and done blood draws and all this fun stuff is so ridiculously skeeved out when it comes to my own parts and veins etc. The fact that there are two 18 gauge catheters running into my arm, stitched there, and thread right around to my precious heart makes me 😳😱, but alas, beats the hell out of getting poked over and over. I know me, and I'd hurt someone, with my little pink taser. Anyway, I've struggled with the adhesives and extreme sensitivities my skin has to it. So I can't usually make it more than a few days without needing the whole thing changed or else I'd probably rip my own arm off. Another of "my people" did his thing and tried his best to use something different and maybe make me more comfortable. Unfortunately by the time we even got home I was distraught. The way it was taped was actually pushing the end of one of my sutures back into my arm and the whole thing was making me crazy. Between me, my quirks, all the meds and they're lovely side effects, hormones, oh, and cancer, I literally just fell apart. I was a sobbing whining mess. When I tell you Mark has been my hero I'm not exaggerating. He has been a rock and I can't say enough great things about him. He swoops in and takes care of me, whatever the issue is, and then me again. I really never thought I'd have a person that I would completely trust myself with at such a deep level, someone I'd allow to see me in such a vulnerable state. Now I know why he was brought into my life. I would need him more than I could ever know at the time. Anyway, after my day and conniption and a good nap I woke up to discover another fresh flower delivery from my momma, who must just know in her heart when I need a little extra smile. I love my people