One Day More

One day more, one day to a new beginning, raise the flag of freedom high. Every man will be a king (sic). There's a new world for the winning, there's a new world to be won. Do you hear the people sing? (Thank you, Alexandre Dumas and friends)

We are still here, but they have practically promised that we will be set free tomorrow afternoon.  Jon had some weekly maintenance done on the central line, he didn't need any additives at all today, but the Nurse Practitioner who is in charge was off today and she wants to be here to look him over before they let him go.

Jon walked to the CVS, about a block east of here, and when he got back he said he was pretty winded. Not enough red blood cells maybe. He won't be pushing any broken golf carts uphill in the next few weeks.

He is scheduled to come back to Hopkins for various appointments next week, including getting this line taken out.  

I went to the pool for what felt like the last time and there was another swimmer there! It's like there is an east wind blowing and everything is changing.  I talked to her in the locker room and asked if anyone ever uses the pool. She says she has lived here all her life and no one ever swims but there are free water aerobics classes in the evening. I should have tried that.

This morning I made shakshuka in the microwave -- not something I ever would have attempted in normal life, but it was pretty good. Good spinach, good eggs, good cheese, good tomato soup.

We will be home just as the next cold snap goes by. We haven't been able to put any tomatoes outside yet, but we are really ready. The plants are big and healthy, the plastic is laid, the mulch is laid, we are chomping at the bit.

I will write once more tomorrow, to confirm that everything came true. After that I hope there won't be any need for a regular report. But I will think about a weekly report, for those who are far away and still needing some reassurance. We have several more months of a completely immunocompromised existence before he is allowed to start getting his vaccinations all over again (for the third time in his life) and his main job is to avoid getting pneumonia. This time he will wear his mask without complaint. In 2010 he ripped it off as soon as we got back to the farm.  Times have changed.

We thank all of you for watching over us and thinking about us and even praying for us. It definitely helped.


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