Exactly! There were times, though, when he added to my stress, because he always wanted to know how much time was left. Every 30 min. when I took the readings, I would write down the time remaining. And he never understood that the time on the machine was not the same as the time on a real clock. The approx. 3-hr. treatment time stretched to 4 hrs. or more because of all the prep work, priming time, and clean-up, which made it comparable to the typical 4-hr. in-center regimen. My failure is sort of a shame, because I was really good at cannulating, and the blood did not bother me all that much ... although sometimes it was scary because he's on a blood thinner. There were times when I'd pull the needles, hold for 15 min., then try to put on the bandages, and he'd start spurting. I had to call the ambulance a couple times! And to save time, he wanted me to pull both needles at once like they do in-center, but I refused. When I had trouble getting the bleeding to stop, I would lay out extra gauze squares and make more bandages, but I still ran out. He didn't care that at that point there were not enough hands to both hold where the needles had been and make more bandages. My back would hurt, my hands would cramp, etc., so I am relieved to not have to do this anymore. Now I am wondering what to do with all the leftover NxStage supplies, because they won't take them back. I thought about donating this stuff to the hospital, but they use the big Fresenius machine, not NxStage. I'll try eBay, I guess! And I now have a lifetime supply of tape, gauze, gloves, etc. NannaDi, I must say that I am so glad that I wrote my thoughts here. It's great to find somebody out there who completely understands what it is like and how hard it is emotionally. One funny memory of all this is when we'd be at the hospital in the ER (for whatever reason) and Paul would mention that we were doing home hemo. They'd look puzzled, ask me if I was a nurse, and I would say, "No, I'm a retired librarian." They were always dumbfounded when I'd say that, and then be really impressed when they realized I was not joking.