Home field advantage

You might think that title’s about the hospital which has been the place we’ve spent the most of our time the last 5 weeks. But it’s never felt like any sort of home. Which, if you think about it, is really to be expected. I rather hope no one ever has to feel like a hospital is home.

Nor is it really about the fact that the NFC championship is in Seattle today, and anyone who doesn't think that advantage is a serious factor is..well, just wrong.

Our home away from home is the basement suite we’ll be in for the duration of treatment, and as of today it’s going to feel much more like a 2nd home instead of just a place to crash.

Yup, we’re being discharged from the hospital today, and Davis is coming “home”!

He’s doing well enough that there’s really no need for us to be here anymore. He's been off the IV machine during the day the last couple days, and wasn't hooked up to anything at all last night. The care that we need to do, until the next round of chemo anyway, we can do from “home” and as an outpatient. We’ll still be back twice a week for blood work and check-ups, but our new normal will be hanging out at the basement suite pretty much full-time.

It’s both a huge relief and a nerve-wracking thought. It’s a relief because Suzanne and I won’t have to be chained to this place, switching off every day, “sleeping” here, and all that jazz. It’s a relief becuase Davis won’t be hooked up to machines and having people bugging him with blood pressures and temp. taking every 4 hours for 24 hours a day. It’s a relief because it’ll just be a lot more comfortable all around.

It’s nerve-wracking though, because now we’re responsible as parents for care that we’re just starting to learn about. It’s similar to that feeling of bringing our firstborn baby home from the hospital for the first time: “What? Now we have to do everything? What if we do something wrong? What if we don't clean well enough? What if...?” I know we’ll get the hang of it, and the hospital’s only 10 minutes away. But when they’re entrusting injections and dressing changes for exit sites of a significant surgical procedure (his CVC line that goes in his chest for all his IV and blood work stuff) to the likes of me, you know that’s cause for at least a bit of the wracking of the nerves.

But, the relief and excitement of being dicharged is certainly bigger than the anxiety. It’s going to be so good to get him “home” and start to have yet another step towards normal life again. Dear friends of ours helped get the suite ready over the weekend, including much cleaning and disinfecting, and hanging some posters of his favourite cartoon characters for his room. It’s going to be a very good thing to be there as home base instead of here.

Not much more to say than that right now; it's a great thing to be able to share that with you all!

Now, I’m off to watch more football while Davis naps this afternoon. Halftime of the Pats-Broncos game is almost over, and the real dogfight starts in another couple hours. Childhood Michael, who grew up wanting to play just like Jerry Rice, is battling a little bit (but just a little bit) against current-day-adopted-Seahawks-fan-because-I-lived-in-Spokane Michael in this one.

Beast Mode. The reincarnation of Fran Tarkenton (serously, has there ever been an analysis of Wilson’s game without some mention of his “Tarkenton-like” scrambling ability?). The secondary that goes to 11. The 12th Man. So much fun.

Come to think of it, we might have to get Davis a little Marshawn Lynch jersey. That'd be quite appropriate, methinks.

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