Coming home

There are many songs and poems about folks missing their home and being eager to be home, wherever that is. Remember: 'Green, green grass of home', and 'Don't it make you wanna go home'  by Joe South. The intense desire is something we understand. Today we got to enjoy coming home in the same way as released prisoners and returning soldiers thanks to a number of angels who helped us.

Yesterday while Deb recovered from her line removal procedure Vern packed and distributed our no longer needed kitchen supplies to other classmates. Instead of using the Limo service, Don and Anita volunteered to take us to the small airport  about :30 minutes north of Little Rock that we use.

We were so glad to see Don and Jon break out of  the clouds. After refueling and loading up we took off in a wandering  zig-zag path that allowed us to miss the worst of the storms between Arkansas and Georgia. We used a larger twin engine plane, a Cessna 310, that had radar. Man, was it handy today!

When we arrived in Georgia faithful friend angels Paul and Emma met us. Emma shared her really cold hat with Deb, then drove us home where we found our son Stephen painting windows in the sunroom. Shortly after, Deb and I collapsed into our beds for a long nap. Hours later we woke up hungry and made a quick salmon salad and crackers snack.

In the days ahead we have to establish a relationship with a local oncologist to work with our doctors in Arkansas. We have more local medical tests each week and in several weeks we begin weekly chemo here. In two weeks we have to return to Arkansas for several days of testing. Tomorrow we have to pick up a month's worth of mail and work thru that as well as get the house set up for meds and groceries plus do a ton of laundry. And rest, rest, rest! We are so tired!

Deb thought coming home might be the best anniversary present ever!

We are so grateful to each of you! May you have the best-ever Thanksgiving!