Home is where my heart is and my bed and my garden and my stuff and my own toliet and I can walk around naked if I want to

We made it home! Clem walked down the hall, rode the elevator carrying his backpack, and walked out of the hospital!! He is tired tonight but feeling like a real person again. No more tubes, iv's, or injections in the middle of the night. he has bruise all over his tiny little fanny from the heparin injections, a big hole in his arm from the PICC line, an even bigger hole in his belly where his ostomy is located, and last but not least the infamous grenade drain came home with him. We were hoping that the Doctor would take this out. He even teased us with the thought but it is still draining "stuff" from his abdomen so I guess it is for the best.

He is thrilled to have clothes on. He started to score some of those sexy hospital gowns just for lounging around the house but sometimes a good thing can be beat to death. I think we'll just save those for special occasions.

We are lying here in the bed smelling the fresh air of the country and watching the lightning bugs spark outside our bedroom window. It looks like a jungle here everything has grown so tall since we have been gone. Tomorrow I get to pull weeds!! Yeah!!!! Dirt! Clem will probably just piddle. Resting when he needs to and motivating around the yard and the house. I think he is up for visitors if you want to stop by. We'll be here but I can't guarantee that he will be awake.

I want to thank everyone who has been following Clem's progress and let you know how much it means to both of us. Your comments encourage us and help us to know that we are not alone. Today we got a comment from Ann who is also going through the same type of treatment. I am sure that Clem would love to meet you and talk or correspond by email. Contact me (Pam) at akins.pamela@yahoo.com and I will hook you two guys up. I am assuming that you live in or around Huntsville and we are frequently there. I hope that something on the blog has been beneficial to you even if it is just to read about someone who is going through the same thing.