Day +9

Last night was strange.  We've been in here for over 2 weeks.  During that time, the noise has been constant.  The pumps going all the time, beeping, vitals being taken every 4 hours, middle of the night blood draws, non stop questions...last night, it all stopped.  It was quiet in our room from 9:30 - 2:00. One final lab draw, then back to sleep we went.

Upon waking up this morning, I checked my "score card".  White Blood Cells = 4.2!!!!!

We are getting outta here!!!  We met with Dr. Burt and the team this morning.  Grinning from ear to ear, I got a photo with the team (minus Kaitlyn), that has given me my life back.

Once they left, we started packing and Jesse had begun the journey to get all of our stuff back to the hotel.

While he was doing that, I was having my PICC line removed.  

This thing has been in my body for the past 2 1/2 weeks.  All of my medicine came in that tiny little tube.  I'm still in shock.  Grateful and in shock. 

Now, I am laying on our king size bed at the hotel...realizing how good it feels to lay on something soft and comfortable.

I will always be thankful for my hospital room #1665...it is where we were given new life, new hope, a new lease at life.