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I probably should have updated this before midnight so it would go out via e-mail, but oh, well. It's now Saturday morning and it was SO nice to sleep in my own bed last night, with out a blood pressure cuff going off on the hour, people coming in to take blood, machines beeping, noisy neighbors and having to unplug and unhook several things in order to go to the bathroom. 

As soon as I got the green light to go home, I sprang into action to change and pack-up and the nurse asked, "We're not THAT bad are we?" Well, no. But yes. :) 

Yesterday afternoon they took me to get a follow-up heart scan which showed no new fluid, which is great. They almost transferred me out of the ICU and kept me there but I assured them I could handle my upset stomach on my own and they set me free! The labs showing what the fluid was and why it was there weren't back yet. I'm not sure how and when they'll let me know. The one test that came back was that there were no cancer cells in the fluid -- which everyone suspected -- but it was sure nice to hear, especially when "but that never happens" seems to keep happening to me. I'll be curious to hear what the verdict is, but I'm not stressing it. 

Part of the reason I was hurrying to get the heck out of there was because my mom and Aunt Janet were coming to pick up James for the weekend so I could properly rest. I literally passed her as she returned with her Monday and I was heading out the door for the hospital so I had barely seen her in more than a week and just really wanted a squeeze before she left again. Mom and Janet waited for us and we got a few squeezes in and packed her up in the car. 

The plan is for me to be lazy to the max this weekend. My chest still hurts quite a bit -- a really odd sensation really -- and it's so strange to me that things can puncture everything that they punctured in there and it just heals closed. So, I'm going to let it do that. Perhaps from laying around for a week also I'm getting a little winded if I get up to quickly or do too much, so I have a constant reminder to just sit down, put in a Netflix movie and do nothing. I should have a good, healthy week and a half before my next chemo to accomplish a few things. 

I live across the street from Gilda's Club, which, if you haven't heard of it, offers support to people go through cancer treatment, survivors, their families and caregivers. I've been away almost the entire time since I did my orientation there a few weeks ago, so I haven't had a chance to take advantage of everything they offer just yet (support groups, yoga, meditation, lectures, workshops, classes, art therapy, special events). Their annual fundraising 5k walk/run is today. Last year Claire made a big sign cheering them on and we were going to sit outside with waters for them, but, like this year, it was a rainy day. So, we stayed inside and Claire and tiny James waved to them through the front window. Here's hoping by next year I can be out there walking and raising a few bucks for them! 

Have a good weekend everyone!