MOM CAME HOME THIS afternoon, tired from having to sit around the hospital room most of the time, but feeling stronger and very much ready to leave. I still think she was wise to stay another night. No sense in being a hero, and we had nothing planned for Easter anyway, aside from my engulfing a heaping helping of jelly beans (which hardly requires an occasion anyway).
Dad and I actually visited her yesterday, when the question of being released Sunday or today was decided. Her improvement over Saturday morning was marked. She was still using oxygen, but her movements and voice were both more forceful. She was still in pain from her neck and the back problems, but she was getting pain meds for them, and in fact before we left, she gave us a prescription for them. So by the time she got home today, she was covered.
I am tremendously relieved to have her back home. For now, her task is to heal, to walk around and get her muscles back in tone, and to stay off the damn cigarettes. She did have one when she got home, but I know she felt bad about it, and my father is going to get her some nicotine patches tomorrow.
That's all to report for now. She has a follow-up with the surgeon later this week or early next week. We'll take it from there.