My brother will be coming home after an unexpected 3 week stay in the hospital. The routine appointment that turned into a trach, g tube and port placement.
Coming home means going to my former apartment upstairs in my big bungalow 2 flat.
I’m tickled pink to have my space back-I moved out 18 months ago on a roundabout of trying to find happiness. To New York and back-not that any of those places was bad…in fact I loved them all but now?
Now I want to be in one place. I need to have one home, my home.
I own this place, I work to pay the mortgage on this place.
I am more than happy to share it with my brother, my son, daughter in law, grandson and younger son.
Tomorrow I will unpack boxes and set up medical equipment-suction, IV pole, humidifier….
I have designated a whole counter for my brother to set up his tracheostomy and feeding tube accessories
This is my life now