The title gives it all away. I came home. For the first time in three months I came home and I saw my brothers. It was a day that I won't forget filled with love. I walked up my wooden steps and saw a sign on the door that said "Welcome Home Corinne!" there were balloons tied to the porch as well. The door swung open and Liberty and her family were waiting for me with Brownies. They don't know this but the chemotherapy changes my tastebuds and I can't stand chocolate now, I didn't tell them that though, I just ate the brownie and suffered in silence. Moments later I went into my room, now what I was expecting to see what my bare walls, with nothing to conceal the suffocating white walls. What I got was an entirely new bedroom, new tv hung on the wall, a head board for my bed with lights strung across it. Framed pictures of myself all around the room and a giant mirror. A black and white theme decorated my room and I fell in love immediately. Liberty's family and tons of others who helped re-design my room deserve so much. The amount of selflessness that is required for everything they have done for my family and I is beyond belief. I have been sleeping in my own bed. It's hard to fall asleep now, I take medicine to aid the process, but nothing feels better than being able to roll around at night in my queen as opposed to waking up drenched in menopausal sweat in my hospital bed, although at times that was comfortable too. Hopefully I can stay at home for a while and don't end up right back in the hospital. I still go for check ups twice a week but that's better than monthly stays. I am so grateful for my life and all of the people in it.
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