"Tomorrow, Another Day"

Just got back from having my chemo port put in. The actual procedure took somewhere around 40 minutes, however, all the preliminaries took close to 4 hours. The doctor decided to leave my mastectomy alone and let it finish healing without his intervention. I must say, I was glad to hear that. The port itself looks like a small protrusion on my upper right chest near the collarbone; totally covered with skin, and will be accessed by sticking the needle through each time I have treatment or for injections. I asked the doctor how would I recognize a hematoma and he looked at me out the corner of his eyes, a quick smile, and said...we're not expecting that, but gave me an answer anyway. A circle of prayer was said before heading to the operating room this morning with an emphasis on my not acquiring a hematoma. This all brings me one step closer to the day I dread the most, chemo. I was to call the office today or tomorrow, to get the date I began. Feeling a little tired and weary from the events of the day, I decided to call tomorrow, like Scarlett O'Hara's line in "Gone With the Wind... Afterall, tomorrow is another day!"