Drat! Foiled Again!

Geez and today started out with such promise.

The weather was wonderful-- so much of therapy was out on the trampoline, playing

Ring Around the Rosies.

 Fuzzball cooperated somewhat but overall, was just thrilled to be in the great outdoors.

Notice how happy and healthy he looks!

 But come lunchtime, he wouldn't eat and was very low energy and a bit whiny

for therapy with Maureen.

He woke up from his nap with very flushed cheeks and he went over

that dreaded temperature thresh hold of 101. 

So we were told to head downtown to the main hospital since his counts had been so low

at his last chemo appointment.

 Our little four hour excursion wasn't so bad.

They brought in a new toy-- this giant bubble machine.

I tell ya, it was amazing.  It played soft music,

changed colors, projected cool pictures onto the walls, had these strings you could play with

that sparkled and changed colors and

had a bumpy toy ball you could squeeze to send really big bubbles

up the tube.

Kean LOVED it!  Understatement..

He was mesmerized for a couple of hours (when he wasn't crashed out sleeping).

 It was worth every bit of the four grand the hospital paid for it!

So here's the scoop.   The doc told us to pack a bag.

If his counts were low, we'd be staying at the Hotel St. Luke's.

But get this, his counts -- I think they said-- were 8 thousand.

Meaning, his body did what it is supposed to do and kicked in to

fight whatever is going on.

They gave him a wide spectrum, long lasting antibiotic, IV fluids,

Tylenol and whoopee, let us come home.

Here he is dressed in his street clothes ready for his big break.

Tomorrow's Chemo has been cancelled so they can see if

anything grows on his cultures.

We hopefully will be back on schedule for Friday.

I guess things were going along so well, it was time for a

reminder, that oh yeah, Kean still has Cancer.