Goodness, a miracle happened at the hospital today after I left the hospital to come home with a headache and a bad cold.
EJ is coming back to his home. After not being able to say anything, he progressed in about 48 hours to fighting words with everyone over all the annoying hydrating iv, catheter line, and one other iv medicine line. They are sending him home tomorrow with hospice workers, and he is now speaking full sentences, but can't remember much of nothing, which will also probably be over in a day or so. I'm now too sick to even visit, and with a sore throat along with the sinusitis, this probably means a three-day stint in bed with a half gallon of limeade nearby. Ugh. Don't know if I will get to see much of EJ again, unless his treatments wiped out every trace of lung cancer. Miracles seem to be popping up everywhere with people getting cured after all hope was lost. I hope EJ made the cut. Nothing is more entertaining than watching a cowboy you're fond of shooting himself in the foot at least once a day over people he knows whose names I will not remember here. Hope everybody has a good day. I have to go locate another box of tissues. Aaaa-choo!