Home At Last Home At Last Happy Day Home At Last

Last year on this date Marsha came home from the hospital. The morning was a flurry of activity as the last details of discharge happened. IV out. bandages changed, instructions given as wait becomes rush. Glad to rush but so much so fast. No oncologist, call when your home on Monday to make an appointment. No tests scheduled, this will happen after the oncologist appointment. Marsha will need oxygen at home, not a welcome surprise. Marsha hated the idea of needing oxygen and she never used it correctly. Still she was coming home and that was a good thing. Ron & Carol have been here with me for a couple of days this year on their way to vacation farther south. Last year they were with us on the day Marsha came home. We had a nice afternoon and evening trying to have nice catch up time with friends with the ever present reality of Marsha's diagnosis and her weakened condition in the midst of it. I think Marsha was glad for the company and to be home. It seemed to cheer her up. I know it was good for me both to have my love home and to be able to visit with friends. It was a taste of normalcy in the middle of abnormality if that makes sense. Going to bed felt good, the other side of the big king sized bed had Marsha beside me. That was how it was meant to be. Great to have her home.