Two weeks ago today, after a week of “maybe this week, maybe tomorrow, maybe not before the weekend” I was finally allowed home from the hospital.  After 3 weeks, of only leaving a small room for the occasional scan or test.  It felt so good to be out in the big wide world. Better yet was seeing my family and getting some of the very best hugs known to man. There were plenty of tears.  It was as hard for them worrying about me  being by myself in a hospital as it was for me being woken up every two hours and eating mushy food, not being able to shower, etc etc.  It’s a period of time I care not to repeat.

I was sent home with a bucket full of painkillers and diuretics, lotions, potions and told to get on with it. Before I left I was already referred…