He is home.

Yes, Richard came home yesterday afternoon.

I have to admit that as we left the parking lot at Hood River Memorial, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Halfway home, when he started to cough, I was pretty damn sure it wasn’t a good idea. And when he skipped lunch and went straight to bed, I thought about warming up the car so he would be comfortable as we sped back to the hospital. But he was okay. He only ate a small dinner but stayed up a couple of hours after I went to bed.

I stayed home this morning until he woke up. He actually seemed perky to me. Okay, that is a term that needs to be compared to how bad Richard had been. I was pleased. I still left work early, but Richard was awake when I got home and seemed good. Okay, he wretched that one time, but it wasn’t a bad wretch!

He has an appointment with his local doctor on the morning of the 24th. Then he has an appointment with his oncologist in Portland on Boxing Day.

Positive vibes, warm thoughts and even prayers are welcome.