This one is about how Pablo is doing. In a word, pretty well. I was worried that he would be a PITA but so far he's been a pretty good wing man. Having the line stick out of my body is slightly gross but I feel it less then the port I had in my chest. Sleeping is easier and I'm not getting swelling in my hands which is a good sign in terms of venous circulation.
Pablo is a bit of a needy wingman, however. There are two issues to guard against:
- If the line gets clogged, it makes getting a chemo infusion harder. So we flush the line every night. It's very simple, because the port has a female screw thread on the end of it. The syringes have male threads (heh, heh...) so you just screw the syringe into the port and push the saline/heparin through. No needles, pretty simple.
- The 2nd issue is that you don't want the infection boogey-man to visit. So when I sweat a lot we'll change the tagiderm over the base plastic assembly that clamps the line in place. We've done this a couple of times this week and it seems to be working well
Not to say we haven't had some fun with this, btw! Here's a scary picture of the most junior member of our family tribe getting ready to get primal with some syringes.
Did I mention that the syringes typically have some air in the end of them and if you inject too much air in your heart you can die of a cardiac embolism? Eh, we'll just let that one slide by and hope that he does a good job of watching for where the air bubble is!
One other minor irritant is that you have to wrap Pablo before showering. So far I've been using a one-and-done home made saran wrap/tape contraption:
I've been on both road and mountain bike rides with Pablo and he's done well. Have also done yoga no problem. So he's been pretty high function. A bit more maintenance than Pete but hopefully Pablo stays the course and we get another 76 days out of him. We'll see!