My Saga with Leukemia

Leaving Home for Round 3 was tough

The night before I had to leave for the hospital (Dec. 7), I went to visit my son and his family. I tried to be upbeat but was unsuccessful. Jason was visibly upset but the little ones had fun opening their presents.

Gage, being only 18 months old, couldn't understand I would be gone for another month, but Emma, who would be three on Dec. 12, could readily grasp it. With this being my third time to be away from home she selectively refused to acknowledge it, choosing instead to just play with her new toys. In a way, that made it easier on me.

Bright and early the next morning Bill and I left for the hospital. Thankfully the roads were clear and travel was safe. We arrived shortly before 9 a.m. where I had saw my doctor before officially checking into the hospital. I was happy to be given a 2-person room that had been changed to a single room. It was very large and roomy and didn't seem as confining as the air-filtered rooms I'd been in on my first two hospitalizations.