In the words of Paul Simon,

“Homeward Bound, I wish I was homeward bound”

Tomorrow is the day, we don’t have to wish anymore. Unless the little one spikes another fever, we are going to go home. I don’t think I have to tell you that it will be nice. Rafi will get to run around her apartment, play with her toys, and sleep in her bed. She’ll laugh more, she’ll heal better.

There really isn’t much to say about her health at this point. Her numbers are great, and her wounds are healing. Do we see any alleviation of EB? No, she still gets blisters that we have to lance. Sure she is getting less blisters, but her activity level is less than before transplant. We will see what happens when we get home and she starts moving around. I can’t wait to see it. She seems to be healing faster, but I am wary of reporting what I want to see and not what actually happens. Basically, it is still to early to tell, but we remain very hopeful. Now we just have to get her to eat.

Hopefully tomorrow I will update from home.