An unfortunate turn of events.

I´m not sure where to start describing the events of the past week and a half.
At the moment, I´m sitting in an internet cafe in Quito, and I just got out of the hospital. Without going into the painful details (I don´t want to think about them) I´ll just say that when I said I was feeling better, I was apparantly being overly optimistic.
I got really sick again in Canoa last weekend, and on Monday, sure I had malaria, Will and I decided to brave the night bus to get to the hospital as soon as possible. We checked in first thing in the morning, and after days of tests, hospital gowns, more needles in my arms than I ever thought possible, and several frustrating incidents involving us not speaking nearly enough Spanish, I am now proud to say that I no longer have a fever and I can stand upright without falling over.
Unfortunately, however, we have decided to go home. I´ve been sick for so long, and it has been so stressful for both of us, that we just don´t have the energy to keep travelling right now. At least I don´t...it was a hard decision, and I´m sure that once we are back in the States I will be really sad about it, but right now it just seems like what I have to do. Ecuador will still be here, right?