Recovery II

After nearly three months of detox, there's a light.
Ken has gotten himself off oxycotin. He weaned himself from pain pops. And then was told he could go back on them and now we are waiting for his pump refill. Same cocktail ingredients, different proportions.
He had his morphine levels goosed up and now he walks, with the help of a delux walker loaned to us by a neighbor, back and forth from the bedroom and dining room with ease. We've put up the folding couch in the den, a sign that he doesn't need three crash spots throughout the house, just one.
He went to the movie with Lucas and dinner at Durant's. He takes long naps but he is no longer bed-ridden.
He can make coffee, let the dog out and remind me where I left my glasses.
The trip to London to visit Amanda and Michael that we thought at one point might be out of the question is now back in the very real realm of possibility.
He gets his pump refilled with the new mixture next week.
It will be as close to what the doctor thinks is the right mix as we've had.
The doctor expects that Ken will indeed be headed to London to visit his daughter and son-in-law in early September.
We may be on the other side of this.