My dad's central and arterial lines are out. His remaining lines are food, insulin and oxygen. This sudden freedom meant that we could go outside for the first time! It was an ordeal, but with a specially modified chair, a drip stand and an oxygen cylinder we spent a good half-an-hour in one of the hospital's gardens.
It was very cold and the skies were grey, but my dad was happy. Happier still when my niece turned up! It took her a few seconds to adjust to the chair and the tubes, and few more to grasp that eyes up meant yes and eyes down meant no. Thirty seconds in, though, and they were back to the same old banter. Mostly involving poo and who was the smelliest.