Detours, side-effects and port placement

Yesterday was not uneventful by any means.   I went to have the port placed and had quite an experience that topped off all the rest so far.   I say that because every new experience has its anxiety connected.  However, this time I was "on top" of what to expect except for that actual experience of having needles stuck into my neck and throat and having a big rubber or plastic cover draped over my head and body.  My procedure expert was also being videotaped for his "skill" (I guess)   That was comforting because he was talking all the time and I sort of felt I was "in on it":)   I was asked what kind of music I liked.  Ha!  They changed it from Johnny Cash to "classical".   Anyway, when I got back to the room I was thoroughly hungry and thirsty as usual.  All went well and my supportive husband and sister were there with the arrival of Ruthie later as I recuperated.  We got to see our dear friend Linda since she was working upstairs as an anesthesiologist. 
This time it was not the same sedatives as colonoscopy or endoscopy, so, I heard and could respond for everything, just didn't feel pain (except for the initial injections in my neck in 3 places).  I also realized I was not comfortable lying perfectly flat on my back so they let me tilt my head to the side and propped up my legs under my knees with some pillows at my request during the procedure.  So, all went well and I was out of there in good time:)
But, the real clincher happened on the way home.  As I said, I was hungry and thirsty and had already eaten a cup of applesauce, drank a juice box and 2 glasses of apple juice since early morning. But, I started to feel nauseated on the way home and we had lots of traffic.  As we got closer to home, I started having extreme  pains all across my upper abdomen.  I tried to stretch my legs.  I took off the seat belt and had to lower the elastic on my pants since my abdomen has been becoming more swollen these days.  I kept feeling worse as we got near home and as soon as we pulled into the driveway, I was going to faint.  I was limp, I could not get out of the car!
Now, as I reflect, I can analyze what was happening.  I was actually going into a  vasovagal attack.  It  is a disorder that causes a rapid drop in heart rate and blood pressure, resulting in decreased blood flow to the brain and fainting. Vasovagal attack is the most common cause of fainting.  I was fainting and turning hot and white.  Because I was probably dehydrated, not being able to move and stretch out, I was the sickest I have ever felt.  I thought that dying couldn't be worse because you would have some warning and be on morphine😓  Agustin called 911 and we were all very upset!
Anyway, I could not stand up at all so the EMT held me to get on to the stretcher.  As soon as I was loaded up, laying flat, my whole body felt normal again.  
This is all an account from hind sight thinking it through this morning!    At the time, no one really knew exactly what and why it was happening.
I spent the next 8 hours (?) in the ER with an IV, and finally CT scan of my abdomen drinking the oral contrast only.  All looked the same on the CT scan as when cancer was discovered on Oct. 31!   And, all blood work and urine were normal for me.  
So, with all of that in mind, the pain in my neck which I understand will be there for several weeks was taking second place to what was going on in this "detour" experience.
Meanwhile, my dear family, as usual, rallied around and all came to the hospital.   This was certainly an unplanned event for the Friday afternoon of  the port placement.  
We were so glad to see Wes (my son-in-law's dad), who works there, came in and prayed with us.
I have learned from this experience that, no matter what, God keeps us going and brings us through and shows us how to analyze situations.  
I know I have to rest up and eat healthy.  Not eating and not keeping a schedule in that area can produce "side effects" and "detours".
Just a little update from yesterday, the day the port was placed.
Monday will start chemo and by Wednesday and Thursday I will be experiencing events of a life time that I have no idea how it will affect me.  I have been told by several people that getting through the first week is the worst.  I know God will be with me but I feel so inadequate for what to expect!