Kilo released---Updated at 12:30

Released? His words not theirs. But anyway, at 8:15am Kilo was "released" (discharged).

This is awesome to say the least. Who would of believed he would be out this quick after such an ordeal. Miracle Man he is! He requested a copy of Robert Frost be waiting in his favourite chair. He also will be able to sit for short periods at his computer. He also said I could take some pictures of him, as long as they did not show his eyes and mouth. He understands it will take time to heal. He will be making daily trips to doctors and I am sure he will be a pain in the rump.I look for him to post today himself. He did ask for help because he knows his shaking will be hard to deal with on a keyboard.

Thank you to everyone for your support. His family knows that the prayers were many. May God bless each of you.

Update: He is home. He is sick. He is a pain in the rump. The trip home wore him out. He vomited a couple times, complained of being cold, refused his pain killers, made us stop to look at a train and talk to the conducter...geesh. Then....his biggest fear took control. MOM.
Meds were taken, and as I type he is snoring up a storm. Before he went out,, He quoted this:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
D.Thomas
He does not know what day it is, but he hit this word for word.
 You gotta love him, and you always bet on him.