Home Sweet Home

As Dorothy says in the Wizard of Oz....there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home. We didn't have to wear ruby slippers, nor did we have to click our heals three times but we did have to make a rather long journey to get back here. Its wonderfully quiet here in the house. The house smells of us...of home...not of antiseptic or "hospitally" smell. Its sooo good to be home.

I will upload some pictures tomorrow of Roger as he was getting ready to leave the hospital. It was such a big day.

The doctor took out the staples from Roger's stomach incision - 30 some odd staples. Because they were in so long, he had minimal pain and the incision was well healed. One less thing to worry about. Roger will actually be able to fully shower and not just have a sponge bath. We'll have to wrap his arm in plastic to keep his pic line (semi permanent IV for antibiotics) sterile. Every step gets Roger closer to "normal" and closer to independence.

Our nurse, Wendy at the hospital ran us through a series of discharge procedures including cleaning Roger's feeding tube line and changing dressings. We said our farewells to the fabulous nurses who have been tenderly caring for Roger and made our way home.

The house was a bit chilled from the furnace being out. So Roger stayed bundled up for about 45 minutes while the furnace heated away, along with a space heater, and a couple burners on the stove. He hung out on the main floor in his recliner for several hours and then late afternoon went up to bed to nap.

The visiting nurse FINALLY showed up around 7pm to run me through the paces of how to set up the feeding tube pump. I am glad I only had/have this one meeting with her....she didn't exactly encourage great waves of confidence from me towards her. Fortunately, there are instructions and manuals that go with each piece of equipment. Its a little intimidating initially but you just brush it off and plow a head. You do what you've got to do.

For fear of missing some long over due sleep, I'm going to stop posting now. Roger is once again snoozing next to me. This time we are both nestled into our bed together. No hospital bed for Roger. No cot for me.

Our world seems a little more settled for the moment. Tomorrow promises to be a new day - I'm sure full of a lot of new and unknown.

Feel free to text Roger. He's going to be slow on wanting to actually talk as he is still processing what he has been through. The memory of when the leak happened is still all too real.

More tomorrow. Lv, Roger & Angie