So far so good...

Very tired, very Wobbly on my pins and still smelling of hospital, but I've had a great 24 hours at home, lying in front of the telly watching the cricket World Cup Final (very good game too), having the dryness massaged out of me by Julia and beginning to eat properly again.

It's going to be a long haul before I can get up the stairs without having to pull myself up the banisters without several pauses for breath and to give my legs a rest, but at least it's started well, I still feel OK and no health crises yet...

Keep Pulling

I'm sorry I've been keeping you on tenterhooks between blogs, but the hospital PC has been becoming less and less reliable and finally seemed to give up the effort altogether this afternoon.

However, it doesn't matter any more because I'm OUT!
After seven and a half weeks since admission, they've finally let me go.
I can't tell you how good it is to be home at last and I just hope it's not too temporary a reprieve from hospital food (difficult to tell whether my lunch today had already been eaten by someone else or not).

A few last minute hurdles yesterday and today, revolving around a CT scan I had yesterday to make sure my lymph glands were not swollen as a result of the latest virus they've detected in the blood.  But no, that was fine.  However, then there was a very frustrating last-minute hold-up because my potassium levels were very low and I had to have a six hour infusion all afternoon before they'd let me go.

But it's finally happened and I'm at home again.
And spring is in full swing.
In fact the pear tree sprang into blossom only today to welcome me home.
Surely a good omen.
And certainly a delight.

I have an enormous bag of drugs to make sure all my various viruses are balanced against each other and none gets control of the situation, and I will be going in to the Day Clinic on Monday and Wednesday next week.  But meanwhile, I have the weekend to enjoy at home.

Although I'm out this evening, I have to admit to being somewhat nervous about being dragged straight back in again for a crisis, but that's partly because I can't quite believe the first phase may be over and I'm so very keen not to have to go back.

Keep pulling

So please don't stop pulling on those ropes because I feel my head has only just appeared over the parapet of the well and I might well topple back in.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go and tackle the stairs again (amazing how feeble my body is after seven weeks lying about) and start on that monster bag of drugs.

Thank you all for all your wonderful support so far, verbal, mental, spiritual and all.