C. Striatum and Staphyloccocus Aureas are not our friends. But the pathology report finally came in today saying the surgery had cleared all the edges.

At 4 pm, he finally got to climb in the car on this ninth day and I drove him home.

His dad years ago needed to use a cane and refused to consider it. I went looking and had one shipped to him that I thought might change his mind: solid wood with cut-out grooves winding up it in a lighter shade. He declared it the nicest he’d ever seen and used it. (Score!) It was sent to us after he died.

Today we found out it was long enough for his taller son and it met the discharge requirements re mobility aids. Yay.

It is 8:40 pm and we are still waiting on the promised delivery of the IV meds that I’m supposed to start him on in an hour. A nurse will come by tomorrow, Sunday and all, to run the next set and make sure everything looks good.

He’s home, he’s home, he’s home.

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P.S. At 9:20 it came. Ideally the refrigerated antibiotic is supposed to be left out an hour or two to come to room temperature (and must not be run under warm water nor put in a microwave), but they told us straight from the fridge is fine–it just feels really cold going into your veins. And of course that’s the one he needed tonight. Out of the icepacks and into his arm.

Been there, done that, threw on three warmed hospital blankets when it was me, so we’ll find out how it goes for him. But he’s got it and it’s going.