Sadly, we won't be finding out today. Much time has passed since my thoughts and wisdom have been put to virtual paper. Many things have happened, not the least of which is the Red Sox defeated the White Sox in a four game series, although they did not sweep it, so Hah. And many questions have, I'm sure, germinated in curious readers' minds. I suppose the most important question that has arisen is, "Where in the world is Caroline?" I have returned to answer this question and more.
I am home. Yay. I got home on Friday, after much discussion and equivocating from my doctors who wanted to keep me until Monday. The main reason they wanted to keep me in the hospital was because I still needed IV antibiotics for another week, and they didn't know if it would be possible to have those given at home. There was also talk of putting another line in me, this time through a vein in my arm. To cut a long and stressful day short, my research nurse finally confirmed I could get the antibiotics at home, starting Saturday. The doctors didn't need to put in another line; I just have a peripheral IV in my arm for the drugs. Incidentally, I am pretty sure I would have had an emotional breakdown if they had tried to insert another piece of plastic tubing in me. Life is so much better without catheters. So I am finally home, the bacteria have been defeated, and all is well again.
I apologize for my disappearance (kind of), but I have barely opened my computer the past four days. The weather has been beautiful outside, and also, I pretty much spent the whole weekend reading Harry Potter. I read the 6th book between Friday and Saturday, and I read the 7th between last night and now-ish. Yes, I'm a nerd. My other excuse is that this past infection drained a lot of the little strength I have, so I really don't feel like moving too much. Honestly, I'm worried about how I'll feel in six weeks, which is when I finish chemo. So much depends on my getting through this last bit. It's like a marathon: your body begs you to stop running after mile 20, but you will it to keep going those last 6.2 miles. So it is with me. I just hope I can stay healthy by sheer will power. We'll see.
Finally: e-mail me! I'd love to hear from everyone who reads this but doesn't want to comment publicly. I'm sure you all have thoughts, so if you'd like to share them, please do. email@example.com. That's firstname.lastname@example.org. Peace.