I can't even begin to explain the sensation when they said "...go home tomorrow." I thought Caren was going to pass out, it's unclear when it was due to not eating for 11-days or the sheer joy of knowing we would be getting out of here soon.
She'll start eating at lunch and we go from there. For the first time, I feel like there might be an end in sight. We still have a long way to go, but getting home is the first step on that next part of the journey.
Other than a week and a half of our lives, 6 feet of colon and a gall bladder, the only other thing we lost was about 15 pounds of Caren and counting! I keep telling her this is not supposed to be a perk of the procedure, but she insists it's a good thing.
I'll be in touch soon.
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