Happy Cinco De Mayo! May 5th. Hispanics all over Houston and beyond are celebrating Mexico's Independence Day with parties and parades. Eric and I are celebrating an "independence day" of our own. We are home. Praise God! Three months to the day since Eric got sick. Twelve weeks to the day that he was hospitalized. It's been a long trying journey, but now we're home and entering a new phase of recovery, a brighter, more optimistic phase. Eric will likely have the trach and be on the vent at night for a number more months (I'm hoping not more than a couple.) Yesterday he was off the vent on his trach mask for twelve straight hours, so I doubt he'll need the vent much if at all during the day. Rehab, starting tomorrow, will be intense throughout the summer. And we fully expect Eric to start high school mid-August. He will get well, though his lungs may be years in the healing process.
I can't tell you the joy of returning home after 3 months. I've missed being here and being together, the four of us, so very much. After this, I'll never take "home," or the importance of a family being together, for granted again.
On a housekeeping note, thank so much to all who brought food to our house while we were hospitalized in Lake Charles. We still have all your dishes, pans, and plastic containers. Being that Bob and I weren't home during that time, we have no idea who these things belong to. So if you brought something to our house in a dish you would like back, please stop by for a visit and pick up your containers.
Thanks again to all of you for your prayers and support. We appreciate your continued prayers as Eric moves on in his recovery.