I am not emerging from the woods to greet you just yet. Rather, like mail from a distant post office I am just touching base. Today is day +66, meaning I am 66 days out from the day I received my stem cells. I am making progress. I was able to get out of bed and walk two laps around my room today, sit in a chair for 1/2 an hour, raise my arms over my head 5 times....you get the idea. Progress is slow, but the doctors feel that I have started to make a recovery. It is going to be more slow going, but they say I should return all of my normal functions. I've been dreaming of swimming and lemonade non-stop. It looks like I will have to wait until next year for those as my stomach and immune system build themselves up. It seems like a long time, but really I just want to be home with my family and that will come much sooner.
On the upside, I saw my boys this weekend when they came in to visit me on Friday. It was a great visit. Watching the boys run around the room and fidget with their mask and gloves is a riot. For a special treat Brogan brought me the gift of music. He brought his guitar and his little red pick and spent most of the visit hemming and hawing over when, who and how he would begin the song. When he finally got the courage the music took over and he ripped off his mask and got one verse out. The lyrics were, "one, two, three..." He threw his fist in the air and ran out of the room. It was straight up rock and roll. Ethan jumped up and followed Brogan straight out the door so he could get a cookie.
Thank you to everyone who have been so supportive and loving. It touches me everyday and I can not wait to get out of here and see you all. That is all I can do for now.
