It's a new day, day 101. The sun is out and the snow is fresh and beautiful. I've finished my last infusion. My nurse will be here shortly to remove my picc line. It feels a bit like being in a life boat and losing your paddles. I'm not worried about having my line pulled. It's painless. It's just that in the past, I've slipped on oral antibiotics before. That leaves one a bit nervous. This was my third picc line. Hopefully, it will be my last.

How do you know when it has been long enough? The double vision has subsided, my liver enzymes need a break and I've been away from my family for a long time. It's enough.

So tomorrow, I am heading home to begin the next phase of this journey. For those of you who know my girls, please keep it a surprise. They will be so excited! I'm looking forward to trying the "toaster" my husband ordered. Yes, I know, it looks like a gimmick from the fifties, but I was intrigued by Ashley's January post about FAR Infrared Saunas and am hopeful my our new sauna will provide an added edge toward healing. My husband has already fallen in love with it. I can't wait to return to the pool at physical therapy and now that I'm thinking of water, three cheers for showers where you can get both arms wet! Heavenly! Home. I can hardly wait! It's going to be a good day!