Tuesday, February 7

Tuesday, and it’s about a week and a half before we are hopefully done with Induction, and she moves on to outpatient care for the next – well, for the next forever.

Spending quite a lot of time daydreaming about a new normal that might look like an old normal. Simultaneously helping her navigate through roommate drama, concerns about where to live in two weeks’ time as a severely immune-compromised patient, and find myself needing to say again:

“The worst case, that you’ll always have a home at our house, isn’t what you want but it’s not a bad worst case.”

Glad that we can provide that safety net, that neither my wife or I really had at her age. Dreading what that would mean, and uncomfortable with the uncertainty it casts over the next phase of our life.