Superman

Late yesterday afternoon, Jamey came to the hospital to help us, and we packed up and moved back to the apartment. Moving into the Rollins Suite was also an option, but Jimmy wouldn't hear of it, and as usual, got his way. Since we're only a five minute drive from the hospital, and engraftment has begun, Dr. Waller thought it was OK, but the caregiver (me) was in a state of acute anxiety.

We've come so far, and have been in this thing for such a long time, and we don't need to blow it now. We were not in the hospital two and a half weeks. In spite of my being such a Nervous Nelly, I slept hard for ten hours last night, the first good night's sleep I've had in ages.

2PM We're at the infusion center where Jimmy is starting to get various fluids and substances his body is running short on; just the potassium takes four hours to administer. We'll be back here again Saturday morning doing the same. Jimmy says he feels like he's been run over by a Mack truck, but he's doing amazingly well, especially when you consider that it's only Day 13 of transplant.