Marie, her mother, and I all stayed together in a loft suite in a nearby hotel. We were within a couple of miles to the hospital. Since Marie was doing so well, we didn't need to return to the hospital for a week, for a followup appointment. I spent the time sitting by the pool. It sounds crazy, but it was like a vacation. We even went out to dinner.
It wasn't a vacation. It was the release of stress. We went to Houston wondering how long we would be there. Weeks? Months? Would there be more deficits and therapies? When we found out that none of those problems were going to happen, we were so relieved, that we were happy.
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