Marching Orders

Tomorrow evening, following The Boy's last dose of Flagyl, we're kicked out.

We are coming back Friday morning, to the treatment center, to see if his counts are good enough to do chemo at that point.

Of course, Tuesday night is the worst time to leave the hospital for me, because Musical Daddy has rehearsal. Grumble.

So we have to be careful with him, still, on Wednesday and Thursday. But we can do fun things like play on the swingset, go for walks, draw on the driveway with chalk, and just rest at home.

Without an IV pole. Goodness gracious are we glad about that.

Grandma will be taking her flight home tomorrow after all, and she said that she'll return here by car whenever The Boy does, in fact, start chemo.