Whoa...it hurt bad.  The Doctor finally took my port out this week.  I have been wanting it out as it is a constant reminder of the cancer treatment I went through.  If you don't know what a port is, it is a small piece of plastic about the size of a quarter but thicker.  It has a long thin straw like  plastic tube that goes over to near your heart to deliver the drugs.  It protrudes through the skin and is annoying so I wanted it out as quickly as possible.  Well, the Doc says, this adhered really, really well to your body.  your body grew right around it. So.....that means after a few really, really painful novacaine shots, he yanked and actually dug it out.  I have not felt pain like that in a real long time.  It still hurts this morning after three days.  But the port is out and I am one more step closer to a full and complete recovery from cancer.  I cried like a baby.  It was more overwhelming than anything...to be finally getting rid of the darn thing.  Really, I am seeing the end of the tunnel with cancer and I am blessed. - Becky