7.25.365: Waiting. Again.

By this point, She was feeling pretty good. Her arm wasn’t bothering  her. That smell of death was gone. The only reason we were still stuck in the hospital was because they wanted to make sure her infection was going to stay gone.

Which meant being hooked up to an IV for many hours a day, getting pumped full of antibiotics. I’m grateful for modern medicine. I really am. But, she would have happily ripped that IV out and run for the door if I had given her half a chance.

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