Pulling into the station, the ride still moving

So home to me means safe. Not necessarily healthy, but safe. Liz was discharged today and for the first time since Thanksgiving morning she has no tubes, needles, wires attached to or in her in any way. It just felt so good to hear her at home and bitching about how cold mom keeps the house.

She is not out of the woods - we are still waiting on type and staging of the tumors, but for a second, it doesn't fill me with as much fear.