September 5th, 2008: I’d stayed in the hospital and rehab for nine days, and it was time to go home. I met with a terrific discharge planner, Bobbi Becker and she agreed that having Gaetano drive me home where I would be met by Eileen Lemus would work well. This can be a small town in various professions: Eileen had trained me in bedside care prior to the AIDS epidemic and Eileen and Bobbi had known each other for many years. I had done some shopping in the hospital and came home with crutches, a walker and a commode. Although it was an unusually hot day—mid-90’s—it felt wonderful to be home. After a visit with Eileen and Gaetano, I hobbled off to bed and slept for many hours.