The person actually taking a sharp object to cut me open to remove my port, he never introduced himself to me.
This act of restraint heightened feelings of vulnerability and helplessness.
No one acknowledged that I was speaking.
It’s scary to be so vulnerable, no matter how old you are, no matter how many procedures you endure, especially when you’ve never met the person performing it and can’t see.
I couldn’t anticipate the impact.
The doctor who performed the procedure never came to talk to me.
