It's been a series of ups and downs; first Sam was doing well, then not- so- well, then well again. We're still in what I'm coming to think of as "the well zone" and I'm cautiously optimistic; the doctors have pushed back when they think he'll come home, but they think he's out of danger, which is what matters.
The clot is still taking up space in his head, and it will be for weeks, months- possibly years- as the Coumadin chips away at it. If this goes anything like last time, I think it will probably be another year until the passages in his head are clear, but again, I'm okay with that. He'll be on Coumadin for the rest of his life, and that's not great, but it's better than the other option: likely death.
If his INR (a test of how his blood clots) continues to climb and the pressure in his head stays the same- or, even better, lessens- he could be home with us as soon as Monday afternoon. No promises, they tell us. I'm not counting on Monday- I've been here before, and it never is as quick as they think it might be- but that would be nice. When he comes home he'll still be weak, and his headaches will take weeks to resolve, but at least he will be home.
Really, though, I don't care. The only thing that matters tonight is that he's pretty much in the clear: things aren't getting worse, and it looks like there was relatively little impact. So he's alive and intact. What's more important than that?