Jordan is doing well. She gets dizzy frequently, and whines constantly. We’ve decided time was up to feel sorry for herself, so we gently admonish her when she starts moping. I am cross today. I’m not alone. The whole house is in a foul mood. We snap at one another over the most trivial matters. Patience is lacking.

Jordan and Jeanette have been napping all morning. Both seem pleased to reunite with real beds. Each tries to lie alone, but within a short time the other cuddles into the same bed. I have lots of energy, so I have been cleaning. More to come…

D.H. Lawrence advised that “it is no good casting out devils. They belong to us. We must accept them and be at peace with them.” Each of us harbors a demon. Jordan’s is a cancer. It will not be ignored and for the moment, she cannot cast it out. So tonight, she weeps.We imagined tonight would be a happy occasion. She is home. It was the goal she rallied about all day.

Jordan was discharged this afternoon. She is resting comfortably at home. Getting her settled and sprucing up a house that has been home to two bachelors is a major undertaking. I’ll post more soon.

She’s bored and she wants to go home. Being awake is taking a toll. She doesn’t enjoy the hospital. Every time I move around the room she asks me where I’m going. Then she asks if she can come home with me. On the bright side, she’s giggling again. She’s back to recounting obscure comedic moments from her favorite films. Then her face sours and she laments being connected to wires and tubes.