Home or Bust

Thank You Lord that the past ten days finally came to an end today.

As I stated in a previous blog, it has been a very rough week for me (Andy and Pop too) with mom in the hospital and lovely family drama that has me on the verge of being the recipient of a peptic ulcer – it’s pretty safe to say that I hit my breaking point this week.

But I am happy to say that we finally got our blessing today – we took mom home…drainage tube and all. That’s the one reminder she has of her hospital visit, but as soon as those lymph nodes close up and stop draining, the tube will be removed. She’ll be on antibiotics for two weeks and will work with a physical therapist to work out the kinks she has from being in bed for ten days. All other Cancer treatments are in a holding pattern until she is fully recovered from this infection and gets some of her strength back.

She is all settled in at Casa de Longo and she is looking forward to a good night’s sleep in her own bed.

As I have stated in so many of my other blog postings, we celebrate every single step that moves us in a positive direction…and today was no different. As the nurse wheeled mom to my truck, everyone admired her “Home or Bust” sign. And as we drove home, mom grabbed my hand and told me that she was “leaving the dance with the one that brought her.” Do you hear that, Cancer? We are going to two-step, electric slide, waltz and Samba our way to the end!

Here’s to a good night’s sleep in ones own bed surrounded by their own stuff!

Thank you all for your prayers and well wishes, tomorrow is another day filled with new blessings and adventures.

Val

(With a son and son-in-law in law enforcment, we never want for a police escort!)