The great escape

Ah yes, home sweet home :- a sanctuary from the world; a haven of peace from the hustle and bustle of everyday life; a retreat in times of stress and pressure; somewhere you can relax and be yourself. Or, more realistically, a place where the dog is ready to pounce at any time, lick your face and proudly show you the latest fox poo she's collected on her walk; a place where the kids bounce on you regardless of the huge line hanging out of your chest; and you tiptoe around afraid to touch anything in case it's got bacteria on it. I wouldn't swap it for the world!
After a lot of faffing around yesterday (I can go, I can't go, etc), I managed to get home from the hospital by late afternoon and it was great to see everyone again. I went in for more chemo this morning and was again allowed home afterwards. I'm feeling surprisingly well and, after initial misgivings about my energy levels, I think getting home when I can is a great way to distract me from the transplant itself.
So, here I am, in the middle of a bone marrow transplant, sitting at home worrying about how I can get out of doing the washing up and hoovering the house - what a lovely distraction!
It won't be long before I won't have the energy to get out of bed, but I'll deal with that in due course. As it currently stands, at this moment in time, I feel great and am spending time with my beautiful family - nothing else matters.