Holy Cross at 7 AM, got in, filled out papers, paid the lady and was brought to the back where they put me in a gown, covered me with blankets and put at needle in my hand.  I hate needles.  I told them I am catholic and was happy to be in Holy Cross except for the outrageous price for the port.  The nurse prayed with me and assured me God loves me.  I responded, God is right, get this fu..king devil out of my head.  Alot of you are praying for me,  keep praying, I feel them.  Hopefully PCIP will save me.  Anyway so Dr. Tate, the interventional radiologist, after finding out I have angiosarcoma says "didnt I read your slides?"  And I said yes with Dr. Onstad (and he read them at no charge I think.) anyway.  Now I say, do you know what I paid for this port since I have no insurance?  They (about 5 of them) say no. I say $4337.84 - sooooo I want the deluxe model,  the preferred treatment, good drugs and a trip to disneyworld.  They promised me everything cept Mickey.  When I finished at 11something we went to Dennys for lunch.  Back to Holy Cross for chemo instruction with Morgan, Dr. Patterson's nurse, but she is really my nurse and I love her too!! Anyway then they came and got me and my $1100 for chemo at 1 PM.  Finished 4:30 PM.  I feel fine,  really bruised but good to go.  I will be at the bridge club tonight. Thanks Paul for being there always.