Port Surgery and 3rd round of chemo

Psalm 62:6  He only is my Rock and my Salvation; He is my Defense and my Fortress, I shall not be moved.

     We were scheduled to be in admitting at 7am, but were not scheduled for surgery until 9am.  We checked in and Amy got settled to her little room where you just sit and wait.  And wait.  And wait...

     We went through the rounds of meeting the nurses, anesthesiologist, and our doctor (yes, another one).  I didn't realize until we were sitting there that Amy had never had surgery before.  I'm so used to being in the hospital to have something repaired I just assumed that she had to be on the receiving end of atleast one of them.  I guess it was always me? 
     The port is placed just below the sternum to allow the chemo a direct route into her system and not eat up her veins in her arms.  Makes sense to me, but I'm not the one sitting on the business end of the bed this time.  A few hours later and the surgery was all done and she was groggy and trying to get out of recovery.  Amy really does not like being in the hospital.  Any part of the hospital.  Surgergy is definitely not high on her bucket list. 
     So now it's after noon and we're rushing upstairs to try to get our 3rd round of chemo over with.  At almost 2pm we're finally called back.  By 2:30pm, the Nurse is still trying to get everyone situated and get their meds started.  Lunch is over, Amy hasn't had anything to eat in 24hrs, and I'm rushing to the 2d floor to catch the cafeteria before they close.  By 5pm we're just now leaving this place.  MD = Most of the Day!
     Three rounds down, twenty-one more to go.

After surgery, Amy had to be pushed in the wheelchair per hospital procedures...that went over real well.