Rat poison. That's what Rob told me coumadin was. He hates taking it, you can tell by the scowl on his face and his demeaner when he talks about it. He is on the count down, to seeing the end of this medicine. A week and a half is all he has left and then he is done.

Ending coumadin. It's a positive feeling when I think about it. It means that we are at the end of the treatment in an effort to prevent Rob from having another stroke, from his PFO. More healing. More progress.