One of the more endearing qualities that The Boy has is his ability to point out the various parts of his body. He's started, recently, saying, "Port!" and pointing at his left breast, where his port is.
Considering the infection that has caught us three times in a couple of months, they are going to take The Boy's port out tomorrow morning. Minor bit of surgery, considering that they're also putting and IV line in his arm.
His LEFT arm. We marked it already. No repeats of the initial diagnosis, wrapping up his thumb. That would be terrible.
Say a couple of prayers. I don't know why I'm nervous about this.
He's sleeping quietly next to me. I don't know if I should wake him to eat or not. He's NPO after midnight, which is 40 minutes from now. If I wake him, he'll go at 6AM. If I don't, he'll go at noon. Argh.