It’s now been a few days since we finally made it home. Spent some time on mail. That is one of 3 piles. Turns out we really don’t need all that paper to pay the bills anymore. But I guess the paper makes a good receipt for taxes. By the way, that top letter is a scam letter trying to sell me a vehicle warranty.
Got reacquainted with CynderLouise, Kirsten’s rescue. She crawled up into Kirsten’s engine during a hospital visit and made it 20 miles before getting retrieved. Puts a new meaning to ‘rescue pets’. She’s pretty sweet and only about 3 months old now. She has the traits of a Russian Blue variety but we just think she’s perfect no matter the breed. Especially her little chirpy meow.
Coming home has been a bit surreal. There’s the waking up at home and being slightly dissoriented those first few seconds. Seeing your actual bedroom and getting up on the right side of the bed. I mean, the mattress is a different height and softness. The sheets aren’t threadbare. And there are real quilts–not generic, acrylic, wannabe blankets. Knowing you have a coffee maker in which you don’t have to tread down a hallway, into an elevator and across a room of strangers to retrieve is heaven. I’m on my 3rd cup for the morning as I write! Do you get dressed first or do you grab that first cup in your pj’s? I’m the later variety at home. And let’s not forget having a real stove with gas burners and my own cookware! Hate to brag, but my pans don’t have blackened stuff burnt to the bottom that I have to wonder what chemicals it contained. My conclusion is that I feel like many people need cooking lessons, coffee makers should be mandatory in rooms at an extended stay facility, and sheets should never have holes in them at these places.
This may sound like I’m ungrateful. Nope. These are just a few of the things that remind me of our journey. One we are still on and that is in a delicate balance now for the next year ahead. These are the reminders that being at home is where the healing is done best. Ask any survivor and I would venture to say they will agree.
So I have some photos below to add for this week’s Thursday Doors entry. There may only be a single set of physical doors, but the Door to our home has finally been opened back up to us. We could not be more thankful! But please keep us in your thoughts and prayers as this part of the trek to keep cancer beat is being taken to the next level.
This is just one of many Thursday Doors entries that can be found at Dan’s blog, No Facilities. Please take a few to visit and see what all the fuss is about!
Katy Trail Creations 
It is so good to hear that you are home! The door to your home must be the best door to see 🙂 Blesings for the days to come!
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Thank you Marit! Your insight on getting thru this has been such a blessing to us both ☺️
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Some say that there is no place like home. And others say home is where the heart resides. As my pup nestles asleep between my legs as I type, I think home is where I am needed.
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Very pleased to read that you are back home again.
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Thank you ☺️ We are so grateful to be here!
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Oh, you guys worked so hard to get back to that home door, and you did it. Now, I’ll keep the prayers going so that things continue to move in the positive direction. Just for the record, I’m drinking that first cup of coffee in my pjs. 🙂
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Coffee & pjs for a win 🙂 Thanks for your thoughtfulness thru this! Much appreciated!
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I’m glad you are safe at home sweet home. We’ll keep you both in our prayers as Ron continues to recover. I tend to get dressed before getting that first cup, but I get dressed quickly 😉
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No judgement on the coffee attire from me 😉 Very grateful for the prayers 🙏🏻
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Cynder Louise looks absolutely adorable. Prayers for comfort and relaxation now that you are back at home. Blessings to you both
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Thank you so much!
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It’s a long road you walk, and a bumpy one. “Home remedy” has a new meaning, doesn’t it? As for coffee in the morning, if I have to walk farther than my kitchen for coffee, I’d have to crawl. Coffee always tastes better if I’m in pajamas.
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Oh man! When I learned those logistics I was not happy. And then there was the morning someone left and stole all the coffee except for the decaf! $1600 worth! It’s been bumpy in many ways for sure. But nothing worthwhile is easy so I’d gladly suffer the inconveniences just to get Ron home.
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There is something lower than low about stealing coffee anywhere any time, but to steal it THERE? and leave the decaf? At one time I’d have said that’s hard to believe. Not any more. It’s so wonderful you made it through and got back home.
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So Grateful! Thank you!
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Greatful and thankful that you are home and Ron continues to heal. Home healing will be so much better! Many prayers are still coming for you both! As for the coffee, I am dressed before I have anything to drink normally but coffee isn’t one of my daily drinks! I may never grow up!! LOL
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You’re the drive-thru caramel macchiato type😉 God’s been answering prayers and we are so thankful!
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Welcome home. No place like it. First cup in PJs for me. We had a Russian Blue that was our sweetest cat. Take care and enjoy the comforts you missed.
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Thank you! We are feeling pretty blessed! Still a long recovery road ahead but home is where you heal best. Russian Blues are now my favorite breed. Ours is such a sweetheart! Have a great rest of your day
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