We just got off the phone with my father’s case manager at the rehab. He’s scheduled to be discharged Friday afternoon. I’ll be at the house, and my brother will pick him up so we’ll both be there to help him get up the stairs.

I should be happy about this news, and I most definitely am, but somehow I am more freaked out and nervous than I was when all of this started.

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