I checked into the hospital on December 14, and was discharged today, January 13. That's a whole month, people! Not to mention going in in 2007 and emerging in 2008, and it did feel like a whole year. I wish being home meant I was "cured," but it doesn't: it just means I'm well enough to manage my ongoing treatment myself, and that's definitely something good.
I'm too tired to expand or expound just now, but I'll share some of the interesting parts of my experience soon.