M is Home, Finally...

Brought M home yesterday with her two sisters. I had the pleasure of driving and navigating the lovely streets of New York City, whilst in the middle of rush hour traffic down 5th Avenue. At least she saw the tree at Rockefeller Plaza. And the lights at Harry Winston, my oh my they are gorgeous. 

The staff and her team of doctors absolutely insisted that she not go home yesterday and stay another week and M refused to stay. They were only giving her an antibiotic IV and doing nothing for her fevers, anyway. She really wanted to get out of there. I don't blame her. 

Her time at home is going to be a little rough for a few days. She is extremely weak, and she is on a slew of pills that have to be taken at different intervals... it is quite confusing. Trying to get her appetite back is going to prove to be tricky. Thankfully the masks that we have aren't really necessary; there is more concern for germs through hands rather than the mouth. So M (when she feels up to it) can go out in public and do some normal stuff. She said on the ride home it felt good to be back out in the real world. You have to realize, she hasn't been outside since October 8th. Bittersweet, I suppose. 

Anyway... she is home. That is good. 

“For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.” 

― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss