another day over and done

We had a very positive day today. I'm insanely proud of James in every respect. 

We started the day with a warm tea and morning cuddles. James had been in and out of sleep for the last few hours. This is very common with various early morning intrusions of pokes and prods. The doctors arrived at a reasonable hour with a disappointing consensus that James will need to remain in the hospital for at least a few more days. Discharge discussions and decision-making seem to be on hold. It is essential to determine a long-term nutritional plan that takes into account James' variable daily intake and gastrointestinal issues, and includes Total Parenteral Nutrition (TPN) as a prime source of nutrition. Of course, out-of-province funding further complicates the situation. 

James woke slowly with his computer as a companion. I escaped for an hour with some very dear friends from within our ever-growing transplant "family". These social excursions ease the isolation of the transplant process. I allow laughter to replace the loneliness. We completely understand each other. I feel a level of embrace and acceptance that has always been foreign to me. My expressions of gratitude will never be enough here. We never have to feel alone. We never are alone. 

James walked to the Transplant Gym for the first time in months. That's right, James walked to the Transplant Gym. Can you see my grin? I am aglow. This is an incredible feat for someone with serious limitations of breathlessness and fatigue. A precedence has been set. I will have to get some streamers for his walker.

In the afternoon, James was relocated from his o-so-private room to a ward room in the company of three other patients. We made the immediate decision to escape the hospital. It was absolutely wonderful to be home with James for a few hours. Ophelia pranced around the apartment with a playfulness that could only be attributed to a complete happiness and joy at James' presence. (I refute all accusations of anthropomorphism). I made a chicken soup, and James relished in the comforts of home. It was a sweet reminder of the relative normalcy of our lives out of the hospital (and a bitter tease to return back to a loud and crowded hospital room). The room change is less than ideal, but James will continue to cope with the same incredible strength and endurance.

Did I mention that I was proud of him? 

James is a superhero.