I don't feel much like dancing a jig, actually, but I am very happy to be home. This was a long, hard day, but we are safe and sound in our own little casa. (My Spanish is improving, too!) Rick has pictures that document our adventure (only Rick would photograph this terrible day!), and he has promised to post some, so I will be quick. I simply wanted to tell you what a fierce and powerful young woman Miss Katie is. She spent most of the morning playing possum. It's an odd strategy, but also effective. When she wasn't ignoring the adults who intended her harm, she was screeching at anyone foolish enough to get close. While this was not pleasant, it did renew my faith in Katie; she is a survivor.
We don't have any updates yet. We won't have test results until Monday or Tuesday. The surgery went well, though, and Katie now has a port in her chest through which doctors will administer medications--no more PICC line. Further good news: Barring disaster, we will not have to travel to Burlington until next Thursday. I'm so glad Katie wil have some time to recuperate.
Thanks to Auntie Heather, who brought us lunch. Thanks to Grandma Kathy and to Grandpa Heart, who kept us company. Thanks to generous souls who raised the money we spent trying to feed the insatiable Katie, who ate eleven (!!!) chicken nuggets on the way home. We look forward to sharing more good news with all of you soon.
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