“Just go to the lab,” the doctor says, handing me a long list of tests.
“I have a port,” I remind her. “You’ll have to send this to the infusion center since my veins are too scarred.”
She paused, mulling it over for a second. “Well, the lab is where you get blood drawn, so I’m sure someone there will help you.”
“But phlebotomists can’t access a port.”
“They’ll find someone,” she ushers me out of the office, leaving me to hang out and dry and ignoring farther warnings about what will happen to me if I go to the outpatient lab…