Coming Home

Well, after 4 very long months, it looks like we may be able to see a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. Dr. Claxton thinks that Jeff is in pretty good shape for Day +32, and he gave us the go-ahead to go home...on Thursday, after one more round of blood work. Of course, there will be lots of follow-up. We'll have to come back to Hershey every other week to see the doctor, and have labs drawn at home on the opposite week. Jeff has to be extra careful for the next few months to avoid sick and recently vaccinated people, or else we could easily end up back in the hospital. Like I've mentioned before, Jeff's immune system isn't going to be fully functioning for quite some time.

This whole ordeal has been our worst nightmare, and sometimes even though I'm living it, I don't believe that it has happened to us. That being said, I also am completely overwhelmed by the generosity of our friends, families, and also plenty of strangers. I'm sure that without all of the help, our nightmare could have been much worse, and for this, I am very thankful. I know we could never pay back all of the gifts and favors that we received, so at the risk of sounding a little cliche, we'll just have to 'pay it forward.'

I know that being home will help Jeff begin to heal in ways that he can't here in Hershey. I also think that I might be able to let go of some of the bitterness that I have been harboring all of this time. We'll also be able to feel a little more normal, and at least some of my maternity leave will feel like it's about the baby.