“Kirby and I have a lot in common. We both like to itch” Keith
Now I’m pretty sure neither of them have fleas, so I presume what Keith really meant by the term ‘itched’ was shorthand for ‘feels good to get itched’ which I know to be true for both of them.
The last couple of days have been like some wild theme park ride – high highs & low lows with lots of adrenalin thrown into the mix. The highs included being discharged from Stanford and returning home to Kirby, soon followed by the arrival of Annie and Don on Friday afternoon. The lows occurred later in the evening and night as Keith began to complain of increasing pain in his arm and shoulder. At first it was just a dull ache, but by 2am we were not able to control the pain with the medication we had at home and finally called the hospital to speak with the on-call oncologist. After a long discussion with the doctor, with no way to get more potent pain meds without being admitted, and with Keith still not able to cope at all we were left with no choice but to take him to the ER. The thought of retuning Keith to hospital again so soon after celebrating his return home (figure a 2 to 3 day admission minimum) was crushing to say the least and for Keith it was simply an unbearable thought. Just as we were getting dressed to leave the pain eased a bit and by 4am with another call to the hospital we mutually agreed that staying put at home would be best.
One theory offered by the on-call physician was that this might be a continued effect of the antibody treatment actively working. So despite the unfortunate pain, this would actually be a good event not a bad one. Keith quickly embraced this idea and calmed down enough to sleep through the rest of the night peacefully.
Saturday was mostly a quiet day at home with Keith feeling a whole lot better. He was essentially pain free throughout the day. He spent quite a bit of time challenging anyone in the house who dared to battle him in one of his favorite video games. To no surprise, he emerged victorious at the expense of each challenger, but we all shared lots of laughs and he seemed to be really enjoying himself as his character smashed, bashed and crushed all of our pathetic characters.
Had we actually made the trip to the ER the night before this day would have followed a completely different course and a much less pleasant one to be sure.
We’re still home and glad to be here.