Crazy little thing called a "port"

This morning, when I rolled over on my port, like I do every morning, I realized as much as I dislike this thing, it's there for a big reason.
It sticks out, it has an ugly scar across it, the surgery was horrible (see lala land blog), not to mention it's still soar.
As I journal and take phone pics when I feel like "documenting" something, I realize I need to let go of my grudge with this darn thing!
It is with me for the long haul. It is my little lifeline to killing my disease and it is my constant reminder of my fight. It's a war wound! ;)
Now that I've decided to embrace my little reminder, I'll share with you the crazy little ring called a "port."