Home

He's home.

Despite John's best efforts to stay...which even included telling the Dr's and nurses that they couldn't send him home due to the fact that his wife might beat him...the BMT doctors and nurses gave him the official boot out the door on Thursday evening.  If you know John - you know that I am not joking about the fabricated story he made up to try and prolong the stay in his little "cocoon" of Moffitt BMT nurses and doctors.  If you know me - I am sure you can make an educated guess at my verbal response which involved a long string of explicatives.  And if you know me, you also know that my luck sucks.  Of course a nurse walked in at that exact moment.  Which delighted John - who, after the nurse left, informed me that I "needed a better attitude about all this" and threatened to tell my mom.  I chose to leave the room and use the restroom in that moment.

Here is how that story ended - everyone figured out that if he was feeling up to fooling around and making up stories, then he was certainly up to going home.  Much to his dismay, he was given walking papers the next day.  The joke was on him!

So far he is doing fine and his numbers are looking good.  Life at home has included two visits to Moffitt for fluids, and daily visits from the home care nurses who administer his Picc line IV antibiotics.

However, I am really missing the BMT nurses and that little red call button.