Chapter 6: Resistance is futile.

Cancer Boy became a Borg this week. I had a port-a-cath put in to help cut down on pain when I get chemo. They can now plug directly into the drip, no more holes in my hands or arms. Now, I always thought it would be cool to be a cyborg, but this isn't exactly what I had in mind. I wanted to be like Johnny Mnemonic and plug into the web with a port in my head. Still, anything that makes me part machine is very cool.'

Only problem is that the damn thing hurts. Sure it was just put in 2 days ago, but come on, it was a 20 minute surgery. This hurts more than both of my biopsies which lasted longer and had bigger scars.

Note: I hate Pharmacists. Mine decided that he knew best and wouldn't give me the drugs I requested one doctor to give me because another doctor had given me something else. He felt that I was going to sell them in a back alley somewhere, or that I'm an addict. Now we are talking about a drug that makes me jittery and gives me constipation. Yeah, that's what I'm going to become addicted to.

So, equipped with my new powers I am ready to tackle chemo again in 4 days. Just as I am starting to feel good again, I get more poison pumped into my body. Hopefully my new powers will help to cut down on the lingering pain and will allow Cancer Boy to fight the good fight.