Home Again, Home Again

Art is back home again. He looks and feels much better than he did last time. I have a head cold and Art's blood count is dropping, making him more suseptable to infections. The problem with this journey is that at every turn there seems to be something that can hurt him, always leading to the threat of death.

My new task is to get a sample of the tumor from the pathology lab at St. Johns and have it sent or carry it to the lab at Cedars. Our oncologists wants his pathology person to look at it. There is still a question as to if this is b-cell, or t-cell lymphoma.

Too tired to write any more. I'm just glad that he and I will get to sleep together in the same bed. There will be no coughing, no tubes and hopefully no fevers to get in the way of touching him. Tomorrow morning, just before I am fully awake I will have forgotten how sick he is. For a split second I will think everything is normal. I look forward to that moment.

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