Day 18: A Wish Granted

Ah, things are good today.  It is exactly what we had hoped for-- dullness and boredom.

We are trapped in the room.  Unfortunately, Kean's counts have dipped again. 

Now he is only at 90 and has to be somewhere around

500 for them to even consider letting us go home.

But... and this is a big but... there is no drama today.  Other than a little pain from yesterday's Chemo

and procedure... all is well.

I took this video last night while waiting for them to put Kean under and re-do his Central line.

It's not the most exciting, but you can see that the steroids are starting to present Kean with a round, little moon face.

More to kiss, eh?

By the way, his procedure last night went perfectly.

The doctors had some emergency with an infant so didn't come get him until after 8:30.

Kean was so hungry and fussy by then and I was quite spent... that when Byron and my dad walked through

the door and surprised us-- I could have cried.  Perfect timing.

Kean was back in his room by 9:45, had a late, late supper and then went to bed and slept pretty good until meds and blood work at 6 this morn. 

Let's hope tomorrow's counts will start the climb upward so we can get out of here.