Coincidentally it is exactly a calendar month after the day I took myself to my regular doctor because I was a bit under the weather. What a weird month.
I am on lock down and still can only have limited visitors, but at least it is home! I didn't have much notice. The midnight blood draw was read by my the doctor this morning, and showed .6 (up from .2 the night before.). Wow. Shock.
It Takes A Village.
There are so many things I don't know about. I have been very far removed and the household was all up to Kent. You know, on top of his normal life and my sick life.
So when the word came down I could go home today, there was a flurry of excitement. Neighbors swarmed the house and got it hospital clean. (Thank you Darlene, Darlene, Linda, Linda, Andrea, Kim, Nick, and Mary and Bev!) The dogs were being groomed anyway, and Beverly picked them up while Charlie and my two Sherpas came to retrieve me.
Meanwhile, Mom and Melissa were packing up my hospital room, and I was trying to remain calm. Yah. Right.
I got my marching orders and next appointment (Friday) and drugs and on my way. Of course it took all day, but it was worth it.
I feel so lucky to be home. I don't know how long I have until the next phase of treatment and if it will require a long stay in the hospital again, or a short stay. As I was leaving, it sounded like I would be admitted again on Tuesday for another round of chemo. Hopefully it will be a short stay. (I told them I would like to reserve my same room, but to be honest, a change of scenery would be ok too!)
For now I will enjoy my time at home. Poor Kent and Mom have their work cut out for them. I really have become quite accustomed to being served!
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