The cardiologist decided that they wanted to keep BJ one more day, so he didn't get to come home today as planned. It's almost a sure thing that he'll be leaving the hospital tomorrow. At least that's how it looked when I left.

I was feeling pretty gross and, I'll admit it, worn out by the end of the day today. I think the adrenaline is leaving my body and now I'm starting to feel the punishment of the uncomfortable chairs and my sleeping position the last two nights. We won't even go into the worry and stress we've been under since Sunday morning. Today was the first day that I really knew for sure that BJ was going to be OK. He's himself today and that makes me tremendously happy.

We had to learn how to give him shots today until the drugs he's prescribed are at their ultimate level. It sounds like he's going to be taking almost as many drugs as me. From what I can count, he's going to be on four different drugs- presumably for life.

I knew we'd grow old together- I just didn't think it would be this soon.

BJ insisted that I go home and sleep tonight, maybe less out of feeling sorry for me and more that he wanted to sleep without worrying about me wandering the halls naked or something. You never know what I'm going to do on my nightly cocktail of drugs.

So, I'm home. I immediately hit the shower and boy did THAT feel good. Now I'm kind of sitting back and revisiting the past few days. WHAT.A.RIDE. this has been.

My kids taught me something today. They taught me that they're here to support us, just as much as we're here to support them. I have this habit of waiting until there's good news before I give the bad news to people. Of course, if I knew there would never be good news, then I'd share the bad. Jess (my daughter-in-law) told me that I need to call them whenever anything happens, no matter how small and she's speaking for all of them (my sons and the wonderful women they're with). She's right. I'd certainly want to support any one of them if something happened, no matter how small. What happened to BJ is not small and I didn't share that information directly.

I truly need to learn to allow other people in with the bad as well as the good. Thank you Jess you are 100% right, and I'm going to try to break my bad habits.

I came home to see flowers on our doorstep to BJ "from your family". I know exactly who that is. Cameron, Kathy, Casey, Jessica and Riley? I have a feeling that when BJ sees that card with the words, "your family"- he's going to get teary-eyed. "We" have the best kids (all of them) anybody could ever imagine.

In fact? We have the best LIFE I could ever imagine. This could have been so much worse, but he's going to be OK and that's all that matters.