On going home...

Tomorrow! Well, crap, they said I'm doing well enough that I can (praying so hard) be discharged tomorrow. It is four weeks to the day that I was diagnosed with leukemia. I've been in the UofC hospitals for three weeks, and I've been on chemo for 17 days. I can't believe it's already been four weeks since I was in Boston. The days have flown by. I still clearly remember sitting in Wendy's, forcing people to eat whipped cream from a dirty spoon. Ah, memories. Haha. And tomorrow I get to go back to my house in the Hills. In about two and a half weeks, I'll start my second month of chemo. So, one down, five to go. But I'm really happy. I'll have the catheter in my chest for the next six months, which is lame, but apparently one gets used to it. It's just sort of like another arm that doesn't move on its own or anything; mostly it just acts as a hose for blood and drugs and various other whatnots. But I'm allowed to go outside, to be social, to go to the mall. I can run (eventually, when I stop bumming around), and sporadic alcohol probably won't kill me. So alright! I'm pretty sure I freaked my doctor out when I asked her if I could still drink, but I mean, come on. A glass of good wine, or a good beer? I'm not going to cut myself off here, if I can help it. So that's what's good here. I can't wait to eat real food again, to be outside again. Freaking, to walk around. Ahh! So many plans! Haha. alright, let me get through tonight. It's like on the night before Christmas or Easter, when you know that there will be presents for you in the morning, so you can't sleep at all, but you're not allowed to leave your room, so you just have to lie in bed, waiting. And then the next day you're really tired, but it's totally worth it because there are presents or candy or, if you live in my house, an orange in your stocking. Well, yay. We'll see what becomes of the (b)log... I might have more or less to say on any given day, but we'll see what happens. I feel like I shouldn't let it die, just yet. Still many months of boredom and being at home to mire through. Starting tomorrow! HAH! Okay, I'm finished. Pax.