Home Again!

We are home and I am just feeling settled enough to sit down and write this.  The beds are made, the dishes are done, the floor is swept, the last load of laundry is in the dryer, and KK is sleeping peacefully.

The first time we went to the ER on April 8, there were dishes in the sink, laundry needing to be done and I completely forgot to take out the trash that morning (thankfully, my parents took care of the trash for us the following week).  Basically, I learned not to leave the house in a shambles when going to the hospital.

The second time we went to the ER, I made sure I packed a bag "just in case" and everything was in its place (though it was too early to take out the trash for the week and my parents had to do that again).

After 7 days at home and 4 trips back and forth to Boston for Radiation Therapy, I got a little complacent and forgot the lesson I learned.  I knew something was wrong Monday night.  Yet on Tuesday morning I left dishes in the sink and on the stove, laundry in the washer (mom put it in the dryer for me), trash in the kitchen and on the deck (my parents took care of the trash yet again), and to top it off I handed all of my keys to the valet when we parked at Dana Farber and my parents didn't have a spare set to get into our place (dad had to go to the valet to get the house keys).

I am packing an overnight bag to leave in the car.  Even if I'm cleaning up vomit at midnight, I will make sure the dishes are in the dishwasher and I will start it before going to bed.  My parents now have spare keys.  So, I will be prepared for the next time -- which means there won't be a next time, right?