After packing up the room and going through what felt like a lengthy pre-flight check with a nurse, I was ready to go. By  a strange coincidence, my mom was headed back to Boston today. After he took her to the airport, Cal came by with the car, we loaded up all our belongings on a rolling cart, and we headed out. I had to be wheeled to the door in a wheelchair, which when you think about it is not the best advertising for the hospital. Seems like they’d want the people leaving to come out looking more spry.

On the way home, we stopped at the T-shirt fabrication shop on Haight to pick up the “Hey Cancer, Suck It!” T-shirts we’d ordered. It was strange riding in the car, being out on the street again, watching the world hustling by going about its business.

Once home, I decided I felt like a meal. We took a short walk up the street to Whole Foods, stopped by Bernie’s cafe to say hi to the lovely Bernie, and dropped some scrips off at Walgreens. Then I celebrated coming home by cooking a (very) late breakfast for Cal, Kaki, and myself: scrambled eggs, tater tots, and toast with delicious marionberry jam sent to me by my dear friend Bob.

It’s good to be home.