Today I'm having a hard time putting sentences together and keeping my thoughts clear. Not in a bad way, just in a busy way!
Today we found out David is coming home tomorrow! TOMORROW! Always with that word! Our fingers are crossed that they mean it for real! Now I have to coordinate his discharge info, meds, equipment rental/delivery/setup/training, david delivery *snicker*, care coordination. We decided, with the urging of the oncologist, that we're going to do home health with a bridge to hospice which as I understand it means home health with more of the services that hospice allows. Or stated otherwise... hospice with chemo and physical therapy. We may be proven otherwise but that's what we gather from everything that was said. It would be easier to navigate this path if we had fewer people helping to coordinate but I suppose they each have their niche to fill and theoretically they work well together. If all goes as planned David will be happily watching the DVR'd Rose Bowl game tomorrow night.. the very game that was on when he was admitted to the hospital 22 days ago. TWENTY TWO DAYS AGO! Holy smokes. That makes me tired just thinking about it.
No dramatic stories tonight, just time to clean a bit then pass out and get ready for a huge day tomorrow. Please don't let anything get in the way of making this happen.