Here is the picture I’ve been dreaming about for a week now: Hillary, in her own bed, this afternoon.

After a luxurious nine-day, eight-night stay in the hospital, my little girl was dismissed today. Please keep up the prayers, however. Her white blood cell count still isn’t where it’s supposed to be, and she still has fluid in her abdomen, but the surgeon believes she is getting better. He sent her home with oral antibiotics for a week, but he wanted us to be clear that she could start all over again in a couple of weeks. He made a judgment call, and in his judgment, she will just get better. We’ll have to wait and see, but it is good to do the waiting and seeing at home.

It is so good to be home.