It had been a tense morning as we didn't know if he would actually be released.
Bloods checked, doctor nagged and Brett was ready for home by 1:30pm with the instructions to be back for 6pm.
We got home and Brett immediately busied himself sorting out his Christmas presents,
what he wanted (a small pile )
what he didn't want (the larger pile) and what needed returning to the shops for a refund.
I was ordered to make his favourite meal of sweet and sour chicken and rice which he only managed 5/6 mouthfuls of, but that was good enough.
His stomach has shrank due to him not eating anything for over 5 weeks.
Poppy had been out with my brother and his wife, spending her Christmas and birthday money and was back by 4pm
We all sat in the living room together, the boys watched the football and Poppy and I played with her new furby.
I decided to take a picture of furby in Brett's empty hospital sick bowl - much to Poppy's disgust.
I thought it encompassed my Christmas this year, totally.
All too soon it's was time to leave.
As we drove back towards Birmingham I noticed how pretty it looked in the distance.
It was 5:30 by this time, it was dark and the rain had stopped for a short while.
The thousands of little lights twinkled welcomely as we moved closer toward the city.
I thought I would feel sadder than I did. Maybe it was because I knew the phased release process or maybe it was because I feel overwhelmed with happiness that it's all working out so well and he's not only lived but is slowly getting better.
We arrived back in the isolation bubble and Brett said he felt very sad that he wasn't at home tonight.
I told him not to worry and he'll soon be home for good.
Tonight I cant help but sit here thinking - bloody hell he's done it!
Against the odds AGAIN,
Brett fights and wins.
We may be home for good next week ?!?!?!?!
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