Back in Point Roberts

Friday now; back here in Point Roberts on Tuesday afternoon.  Ed eats, walks, sleeps, does a little computing and then starts that work all over again.  We returned on an uneventful trip, although it took me longer to drive it than Ed had on the trip down.  Small traffic on the day after July 4, and the border was easy enough.  Once home, we ate some dinner and sank early into bed where we managed to stay more or less put for twelve hours.

Everything looks okay with Ed.  The visit with the surgeon on Tuesday morning was nothing more than a courtesy call.  (He inquired whether Ed 'happened to have a blood draw' that morning.  Alas, I had forgotten my order pad and thus had neglected to order any lab tests.  So there we were without any blood test results to discuss.)  So we went home at that point and they urged us to drop in for a visit if we were ever in the Seattle area in the future. Don't think that's likely to happen.

We are both tired but we are both getting less tired.  Ed has marked out a walking path and goes a little farther each day.  The photo is one I took on Wednesday; he looks a little paler than usual, but otherwise pretty normal.

I have a million thoughts about this hospital experience, but I am midpoint in deciding whether to write those thoughts down or to let those thoughts go.  

The general plan is for Ed to have the surgical staples removed next week here in Point Roberts, have some blood work done at that time and, assuming that is normal, to let him recover some and then turn him back over to the Bellingham medical oncologist for some further chemo eventually.  He is pretty much pain free at this time, but just very easily tired.  Overall, I think we've been lucky.  Lots that could have gone wrong that didn't.  Much that we were able to do because we had the strength and resilience.