Paradise is what Loretta has named her room here at the hospital. It has a view of Lake Washington, mountains with snow, trees, birds, and the Surgery Pavilion. People here are all concerned about how she is feeling and are at her beck and call. She can order room service all day. Free cable TV, Internet, and telephone. In other words: Paradise.
We hang out all day doing nothing except the occasional vitals check or an antibiotic infusion.
She likes it so much she isn’t sure when she’ll go home. Maybe Wednesday or more likely on Thursday. Who knows? The rules say that she has to have a white blood cell number of 5 (at last check she was at .01) or at least moving in that direction and no fever for 24 hours. She had one around 3pm today.
Other than being in Paradise, she says she feels pretty good. She also says thanks for all the well wishes. I say the same thing.