Breaking Away.

Posted: February 5, 2019 in Postcards from Cancerland.


We busted out of the hospital!!
The hospital bracelets have been cut!
My Surgeon came in to our room at 7:45 am to tell us again that we would likely get out today .
He said that it depended on my blood counts. And my oncologist would make the call.
Diana was packed and ready to go fifteen minutes later.
But we waited…
And waited…
I ate green jello for breakfast…
I ate yellow jello for lunch…
There was more poking and prodding…
A few good friends stopped by…
And we waited…
A few good nurses and CNAs who have become friends stopped by…
Some of them yanked the PICC line out of my arm, I didn’t really want to keep it as a souvenir. I grabbed the plastic urinal instead.
The no nonsense discharge nurse came into the room to give us our marching orders.
There was a thirty four page document…
We read through all of it.
We waited for a dude to give me a magic wheelchair ride.
At 6:30 pm we were released.
At which point, I realized that the hospital has a really bad parking lot. You don’t notice some potholes until you have fresh sutures.
For the first time in eleven days I’m wearing pants (actually they are Panthers sweat pants, but that counts, right?) I left the drafty green gown behind.
It’s good to be home.

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