Personally, I would prefer to be saying Newport calling - as in the Newport jazz festival - but that will have to wait for another time. Instead, a new port-a-cath will be soon welcomed into the wee fold in my chest. Seems the experts have determined my current one is somehow faulty and they want to try another. And here I thought I was going to get off without surgery this go 'round! Anyhoo, I'm heading into Vancouver (VGH to be precise) next Thurs April 29 to have the port replaced.
I checked out the word "port" online and note that several seaports are home to canneries. Given the location of my port, I have to wonder if canneries is a new euphemism for breasts. Of course, if this nonsense keeps up much longer I may find myself reaching for a gentle glass of port or Vinho do Porto as they say in Portugal. A nice nutty tawny would be nice, but I'll settle for a tipple from the bottle of Graham's Six Grapes that is currently collecting dust in my cellar.
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