The Knuckle Head is home at last. Once his fever broke, he rebounded amazingly quickly. He can't eat much (the surgeon tied of many varices around his stomach and esophagus) and is, of course tired, but up and around, if not yet mowing the lawn. Now it's just a matter of waiting to see if his body can regrow the veins it needs to establish adequate blood flow to the organs. But that's another worry for another day. For now, I'm trying to rest in the happiness of having made it over this very large hump.
As for me, I'm busy, tired, and emotionally drained. No surprise, and this too shall pass. Thanks for all the notes, good wishes, and cyber hugs. xoxo