Home again, home again, jiggedy jig

We got to come home a few days early, and will spend the weekend here in Valdosta, then go back to Atlanta next week for Jimmy's 30 Day tests. We've given up the apartment, so we'll stay in a hotel, since it's only for a couple of nights.

Jimmy is progressing beautifully, although he's still quite frail, and we're being very careful not to expose him to any infection. As time goes on, we can relax a little more, but it's still very early in the game.

Throughout all of this, for well over a year now, Jamey has been as devoted and selfless a son as could be. Quietly and cheerfully, he has done anything and everything he could do to help us: from buying groceries and bringing his Dad milkshakes, and loading and unloading the van, to coming daily to the hospital to stay with Jimmy so I could take a break. He found the apartment, bought the van, and a decent television for us to watch. He has been a constant source of security and comfort for us both. He inherited his Daddy's razor-sharp intellect, and he and Jimmy talk for hours, and it's fun listening to them.

We love you, Jamey.