I never finished this post so I guess I never posted it. It is from January, 2011. I'll go ahead and post it "as is" and I'll move on-it is now the end of March.
Bobby and I are getting ready for our next trip to Charlotte. We still go every 12 weeks for a dose of Ipi and scans. The stress level increases - from code yellow to code orange until his scans are over.
Bobby is weaving his way through his complicated obstacle course for getting back to work. He has worked hard to get his police powers reinstated, be reissued his duty weapon and a police car. Getting these things back was much easier than it was to get them initially. I can only imagine how he must feel and I'm sure he never expected that he would be where he is today. The emotional roller coaster has steep curves and quite a few hair-pin turns. It definitely makes you feel a pit in the middle of your stomach...
