But assuming all that can be handled we are ready to get out of here. We will have a wheelchair and walker at home. The bathroom remodel is complete (thanks to our incredible contractor handyman - Ron). We will have to schedule her with the neurosurgeon to get her staples removed from her head next week, but they can be left in for a few radiation treatments, which start Monday.
I will not miss being at the hospital. It's a very lonely place. You can't really develop a relationship with anyone and the staff rotates so much you don't have consistency in your immediate care team. It's hard being away from our boys (and it's hard for them - it's one thing to uproot your life and move home, it's quite another to have an empty home to be in). It is also such a stark contrast to our home which is so warm, colorful and eclectic. Nothwithstanding their attempts at decor and art, the hospital is still an institutional, sterile (I'm not just talking "gel in, gel out"), and dehumanizing environment. I'm looking forward to sitting by our firestove with the dogs at our feet and watching the antics of our backyard fauna. Simple pleasures.