So I Was Wrong...

Way wrong.

This morning, Kean and I schlepped all of our stuff down to the hospital for another "staycation",

only to turn around and schlep it all back.

His blood work showed his counts have actually gone down again-- to 330.

I couldn't have been more floored-- but Dr. Meeker came out and talked to us.  He said

I can't look at it as Kean hasn't had Chemo in three weeks and his counts should be up by now.

The protocol he is on calls for a two week break to try and recover.  So really, we are only a week

off schedule.  And Dr. Meeker said he has never, not once had a kid come in on schedule during this phase.

It just takes much longer for them to recover after being hit so hard.

And when I think about it, if the Chemo he last had was enough to make all of his hair fall out

in just two days, it makes sense it will take more time for his cells to rebuild.

We had a double date today for our trip to the Cancer center-- Paula Hoggan and her 16 year old son, Noah.

I was extremely impressed that Noah wanted to go with us-- I mean, how many 16 year olds do you know

of who would trade one of their vacation days to watch a little kiddo get checked out at the hospital?

Since they have to schedule a surgical procedure each time we "try" to make counts, they

couldn't fit Kean in until Monday, January 7th.

Which means we have another week at home to just be!

And one other positive from today, Kean did get a rather cool racing rubber duck

with red flames down the side for his collection.