One more day to go.  I have bad dreams about his office calling to reschedule the procedure.  I go over what I will do and say if that happens:  I'll have to get back to you on that.  Then I call the oncologist office to tell them they will have to do the chemo without the port or not at all.  Then I call the surgeon back to say I will not be seeing him again, good day!  My luck that won't happen.  So, in the meantime I do laundry.  I'll hang some under the porch roof and the rest in the cellar.  I always hang my clothes outdoors.  That is what my mother did, so I do also.  They dry so much softer out there in the winter.