THEY SAY time off for good behavior is seldom granted in the stem-cell transplant penal system.  And yet, there I was yesterday afternoon with my bag packed, climbing into the car with Val at the wheel to make a quick getaway.

It was 15th day of my hospitalization and the absolute shortest time frame anyone said was possible. I win!

That’s not to say the entire sentence is fulfilled. My medical parole officers insist that I check in daily for blood draws, catheter care, and various infusions over the coming weeks.

Still, it was pretty sweet sleeping in our own bed last night, even if I awakened every two hours or so without reason. It was as if I was anticipating those wee-hours nurses’ visits for medications and “vitals.” Continue reading On Parole →