It's so weird wanting to go back in for another round. I think of it almost literally as a boxing match where I get put in the ring for a fight, but I'm not allowed to punch back. I just have to endure it until it's over, then they take me out for a little break, and I get put back in for another round. It'll be nice when we can go home for good and be done with inpatient stays. We'll have to go to clinic for a long time after that--first every week, then every other week, then every month and so on until they call him "cured." It will also be nice when we can stop asking everyone that comes within 3 feet of Andrew their recent medical histories.
(one of my favorites pics of Stew and Andrew between rounds 2 & 3)