8:30 PM (Randall posting): As expected, the internet connection at Mary's was unreliable. We had a good visit--too short! The upshot of the past couple of days has been that Sophie still flies off the handle into a steroid-induced rage at the slightest little thing (and never when you might predict). Elisabeth got all worked up about staying with Grammy and Nannie and so she came home with us after all. I'm sure Mary was disappointed, and I'm sorry that it didn't work out, but neither Susan nor I is in the mood to force either of our kids into anything right now. I'm sure there will come a time when Elisabeth will beg us to take her to Grammy's house and not want to come home. This just isn't that time.
We're all home, safe and sound, and no worse for the wear. Sophie is more than halfway through the steroid treatment, so there's something to look forward to. On the way home today, when Sophie (completely agitated) said for the three hundredth time, "I can't wait until I get home!" Susan said (equally agitated), "I can't wait until she's not on steroids anymore." I'd like to take a picture of Sophie sometime soon to show how much puffiness she has gained. It's much, much more noticeable than it was in the first round of treatment. Sophie's hairloss seems to have tapered off some, though. We're learning to not expect much one way or the other, because all that can happen might, but might not, and even the extent to which something may happen is never a matter of all or nothing.
It's good to be home and good to be "over the hump" with the steroids (we hope, we hope, we hope!).