Hospital at Home: Finished

Well, that’s that. The visiting nurse came this afternoon, I’ve had my final dose of antibiotics and a lot of other things… and my tenancy in “hospital at home” has been concluded.

We’re going to celebrate with chicken pot pie for supper. I posted this recipe because WordPress is having another snit about still photos.

Anyway, that’s the end of the urinary tract infection, all gone. Tonight or tomorrow someone will come and clear out the multitude of electronic doodads. I never saw so many wires in my life. I hope they don’t unplug our computer. It would be nice to be able to walk across our living room without getting tangled up in wires.

There’s still the colon cancer to be dealt with, and several other issues, some of which I will not mention just before supper. It’ll be quite a while before I’m out of the woods.

Thank you all for your prayers–and please keep them coming. Patty and I need ’em!

Back from the Doctor’s

I felt kind of like a frog trying to jump out of a deep bucket. But at least the doctor was happy: rectal cancer gone, kaput, sayonara, finished.

He’d still like to operate on the colon cancer–say six weeks from now. I have never had abdominal surgery. I wonder how long I’ll be stuck in the hospital.

Anyhow, it’s supposed to be good news, my wife thinks so, my sister thinks so, and any opinion I might have would be based on ignorance and fear. That works for foreign policy, but isn’t so great for everyday life.