It's 1:45 a.m., Sunday, as I write this.... and there's a good chance that when you read this, Trish will be home. She's scheduled to go home today, but leaving the hospital always involves a lot of "hurry up and wait". Also, I'm superstitious about predicting things .... but let's hope she's home today.
Saturday, at the hospital, T. was disconnected from her feeding tube (it can be plugged in and out), and was truly free to maneuver for the first time in almost two weeks. When Katy and I arrived to bring her some non-hospital food, her friend Joyce Gass was there, and as we were leaving, Joyce was starting to give her a massage... it looked like heaven.
Anyway.... with any luck, this will be my last blog as Trish's "place-holder". ( Just as I was hitting my stride, too!) . The next "voice" you hear will be hers. I, for one, can't wait.