Believe it. Gil's bed is vacant. He's outa' there. Gone home!
A wonderful surprise gift from our oncologist. Although the results from the bone marrow are not back yet, Gil was discharged this morning (Tuesday) to go home and rest and relax and enjoy all that he's been missing.
I couldn't pack us up quickly enough once the PICC line was removed and he had his discharge orders.
On the way home, we stopped at Five Guys (the new hamburger joint on 12 Mile and Telegraph) for a cheeseburger, fries and a Coke. Gil ordered jalapenos on his and when I asked, "Are you sure about that?", he replied, "Yeah. I want to live a little!"
When we got home, he didn't know what he wanted to do first. His list was long.
But the first thing he did was try on a pair of pants that had been hanging in the back of the closet for years that he had been "saving" for the day when he could fit into them again.
Well, he did indeed fit into them. But they had a high waist and a deep crotch and a couple of big pleats in the front and man-oh-man were they out of style. He quickly exited them and handed them over to go into the Salvation Army give-away pile. So much for saving stuff until we "lose those extra pounds."
His next desire was to take a long, hot, soaking bath!
He took a long siesta in the afternoon.
I asked what he wanted for dinner and he requested his favorite -- lamb chops. So off I headed to our local butcher. Like old times, Gil fired up the grill and we were eating one of our favorite dinners at our dining room table side-by-side again.
The dogs were apoplectic with joy when we arrived home.
All in all, a VERY good day! (We still await the bone marrow results to know if he is in remission or not. Will keep you posted.)
Homecoming was good
Familiar rooms and smells