I need my port in my chest so so SO bad (otherwise I wouldn’t be able to get anything into my body because my veins are awful),

but my port clots up so much…this is my *5th* port in my chest (most people have one in their lifetime–they’re supposed to last at least 5 years–).

Like so many other things in my medical case, for reasons they don’t understand, I have more fibrin in my blood than a normal person, so it makes my port all yucky around it…like a spider casting a cocoon around a caught fly…

I’m so dependent on this port, it just makes all this so miserable…I’m at Cedars right now trying another round of TPA *again*, but I already see the writing on the wall…I’m going to have to get a new one 😦