Friday was day number 952. Two years, seven months and seven days with my chemo port. For those who don’t know, we broke up. She served her purpose and made chemo and blood work so much easier all those months since my double mastectomy and then a variety of complications. However, she outstayed her welcome and created a painful dvt blood clot in my jugular vein. After a few weeks of IV hydration sessions (I couldn’t swallow when pain was at its worst) and twice a day injections (IN MY STOMACH – ouch), the vascular surgeon said it was time for her to go. It surely felt like time. Actually, I was ready for us to break up a while ago, but then COVID put her squarely in my quarantine bubble and she remained in my “pod”. No social distancing for us. When the vascular surgeon said we had to get her out, I was flooded with gratitude to have something that felt like a tangible and positive rite of passage in this cancer journey. I didn’t need her anymore.

I’ve always been what nurses and phlebotomists call a “hard stick” so the convenience of how all those bags of chemotherapy, blood transfusions, IV hydration, medications and dyes for various scans got into my blood made the port worth it. Early on I thought of it like a blood sucker and the lump of it under my skin, just below my collarbone, looked like I had a permanent hickey on my chest and the wire that went up my neck always bulged out like I was on steroids. I was sensitive about how it looked, especially if I forgot and wore a low cut shirt.

The day we broke up

As time went by, I forgot about it unless it was time to be accessed during my monthly labs at the cancer center or if I was face down on a massage or osteopathic table and could feel it being pushed in by my body weight. It became just part of the trail of other scars on my body and I became less self-conscious about it. As everything tied to cancer became less scary, so did my port. I began to appreciate how helpful the port was and like my other scars, I learned to see it as a battle wound that showed I was a warrior. It may sound weird, but I’d often lay my hand on top of it and pray. I was grateful for the chemo it brought into my body to keep me alive. And, I was grateful for the blood that was pulled out to assess where I was in my healing. I even gave her a name – Violet.

Why did I call her Violet? The color violet made me think of life and passion and rebirth and the future – all spiritual qualities that are the foundation of my faith. Violet is spiritually calming and also feels a bit sparkly and magical to me. Instead of feeling attacked by poisons meant to kill the cancer that came into my port, I started to think about the blood that came OUT of the port for all the tests. Life flowing in and flowing out, in constant motion like the ocean and the tides that wash our shores every day. If you have ever seen that thin violet line between the ocean and the sky right at sunrise or sunset, you know what I mean. It connects the sky and the water and when the sun shines just right, the reflections are magical. There is beauty and promise in each sunrise and in each sunset. So, Violet represented life and passion and spirituality and beauty and maybe a bit of magic – all running through my healing body and then flowing out through my prayers and actions. Violet was the conduit for all that, until she wasn’t.

When COVID restrictions required me to work from home and my days became filled with seemingly non-stop Zoom meetings, suddenly, I couldn’t help but stare at Violet as I saw myself in that little “Brady Bunch Zoom square”. Seeing yourself on a computer screen all day gives plenty of time for self-criticism and hyper awareness of every blemish and bump and if I didn’t wear the right kind of top, I’d often be self conscious and tug at my shirt or sweater and try to hide Violet. I doubt anyone else really saw her, but to me, it was like a neon sign… HEY EVERYONE – SHE’S STILL A CANCER PATIENT!

Truth is, I am a cancer patient with all kinds of complicated other medical challenges. On my best days, I roll up my sleeves, get dirt under my fingernails and work hard as I cultivate the seeds of my faith. Other days, there can be a lot of stones to move and honestly, I’d like to throw them far away.

When the surgeon told me at the beginning of last week that the port would be coming out, he very carefully explained the procedure and we agreed to do it as soon as possible which meant not going to the hospital and having anesthesia. I’d be awake for the procedure and I asked if I could see the port after he removed it. He didn’t blink and think I was weird. In fact, he told me that it would be interesting to find out what color it was and that sometimes they are… purple. Violet.

So, on day #952, Violet was removed by the surgeon. He knew I was hoping it was purple, and I wish this story had a nice neat bow for the ending where OF COURSE, the port was purple. But, it was milky white. Almost ghost-like.

It is now a few days later and I still haven’t found a good way to end this blog post. However, I do have a funny story to share and let’s face it, there haven’t been enough funny stories lately, and in this story, I think I found the best way to end 952 days of travel with Violet.

When the surgeon walked in the room late last Friday afternoon, I immediately smiled. It wasn’t his kind eyes that made me smile (and he did have very kind eyes – isn’t that something we all appreciate even more now with everyone wearing masks?) or the fact that the physician assistant had put on music (I remember making a joke about the song selection but I’ve already forgotten what songs were played)… it was the fact that he was wearing a Scooby-Doo Mystery Machine surgical scrub cap. Mystery Machine for the win! Maybe that’s why Violet turned out to be milky white – after all, Shaggy, Velma, Fred, Daphne and Scooby-Doo looked for ghosts, right? And, while it didn’t happen, I’ve been imagining that as the surgeon showed me the color of my port the physician assistant said (in her best Velma voice) “jinkies”! And then, in this make-believe magic world, the surgeon certainly would have replied (in his best Fred voice), “Well gang, I guess that wraps up the mystery”!

Zoinks! I think all this means that I’m meant to buy a Mystery Machine as our time of social distancing from COVID ends. I want to plan a road rip and I’d love to have friends join me in search of mysteries and a bit of fun. If I find purple (Violet) Scooby snacks, who wants to plan a crazy and fun summer adventure? Surely there are mysteries out there we can help solve and have a ton of shenanigans living out our 12 year old dreams?

So, I’m off to find those purple colored Scooby snacks and maybe I’ll get team t-shirts ready and as our time of social distancing with COVID ends, maybe our Mystery Machine adventures will will be a blessed chunck of time where we can relax together knowing the scariest part of our days will be whether the coin collector or the headless specter or the thawed cavemen will be the ones to jump out and mess our day’s plans and not an unseen virus. There is a lot of adventurin’ in my plans for the post-Covid days ahead. Who wants to ride along? I’ll even let you drive, if you have kind eyes.

~Mug Up Mermaid

6 thoughts on “Jinkies!

  1. What an eloquent piece of writing and so thoughtful of you to share with us. I’m so happy that Violet and you are taking a break. And I would love to be one of those people to get back to adventures in your life and get to know you for real❤️


  2. Dear Julie Ann, What a welcome post! THANK you! Although I’m not at all familiar with Scooby–Doo, (but should be!) I so relished the idea of your ‘get-away’ invitation… Admittedly, I’ve not been as successful as I used to be when I’d pose to Dick: “Wouldn’t it be fun if —–?” However, I still can get his eyes to light up at the mention of ONE destination: Moscow! So – we shall see! Wishing you God’s very best blessings, Ruth P.S. I was so happy to hear about your ‘break- up’ 😊

    Sent from Mail for Windows 10


    1. I’d happily do Moscow with you! Or admittedly (to borrow your phrase), I’d do any adventure with you. I cherish our Guatemala adventure. I’d even settle for a day trip in Maine. We will make it happen. Sending you and Dick so much love.


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