After a bit of emergency surgery (it had been set for Monday but Sunday morning found our hospital calling in the surgical team to get it done asap) and a wonderfully gruesome picture of what they found that was causing the bleeding (from here on out referred to as a 'nubbin') and a few days of drug bliss-ed recovery, my husband is home!
There really is nothing like the power of home, even in its unswept, unwashed, undone state. It is home and it is were healing rest can really begin.
For me too.....as my husband dozed on the couch, I curled up on the love seat across from him and napped. I've missed hearing his snores as I drift off to sleep!