Hello Friends,

I left the hospital Friday, and I am now at home recovering, very wobbly, and heavily medicated. Of course, they never really tell you how major it was until after you’re in recovery. I can’t really sit or stand, so most of my time is spent lying on my side.

I’m doing well and eating nicely, but standing up for more than a minute or two is still a real challenge. Sitting up is difficult as well, so there’s a lot of audiobook action going on around here.

I’m happy to be home, much more comfortable, and thankful to be taken care of by so many good friends. If I were guessing, I’d say I will be a bit more up on my feet in a week or two. At this point, it’s very much like still being in the hospital. For instance, I’m not able to climb even one step, I have to have help. Jonathan is home with me, a nurse visits, etc.

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Of course, knowing my constitution (and potential bad attitude), I loathed the hospital. Every single minute of it. At one point, they decided they had a better idea than the two years of med therapy my palliative care doctor and I had designed, and completely switched all my meds. I quite literally went crazy, crazy mad. It was terrifying. And then they switched the meds back, and it all went away. Funny how that works. But it’s all over now. =)

Thanks all for your cards, thoughts, and good wishes.

I won’t be very good at returning emails or texts for a while, but hope to speak to you all soon.

Phill