I am almost afraid to say this here, or anywhere -- afraid to jinx it.
So, whispering in a very tiny little voice --
They say that tomorrow, Master might get to go home!
There'll be four different antibiotics to be administered intravenously, and 3x a day dressing changes until the wounds in His belly heal -- perhaps a couple of months or more. That is all a little daunting, and logistically complicated, but we will manage.
T came down to visit this evening, and I packed up most of our accumulated "stuff" and sent it home in her car. Most of it will just sit there in the back of the car until I can get home with Himself tomorrow afternoon, but it is out of the room, and won't have to be dragged out when we finally get the discharge...
I am excited, but also subdued; realizing the size of the mountain we still have to climb to get Him well and strong again. Keep your fingers crossed, friends. Tomorrow we go home again.