For those with ports, we know that it makes life easier by allowing us to not be constantly poked. For me the port is vital. The veins in my right arm don't work any more and my left arm is off limits, given I have the (no longer functioning) fistula, put in by a previous kidney doctor in case I needed dialysis. Knock on wood, no dialysis. But having a port also can make normal things awkward and challenging. This is a story about a woman who is helping with one of those awkward issues.