I was very weak. The transplant had taken a huge toll on my body. I was no perfect specimen to begin with, not awful though. Before I was diagnosed in May, I had just completed another season of men’s league Ice Hockey and was still refereeing after many years. I loved the game. Playing since I was twelve, officiating since I was seventeen and playing in the Trico men’s league in Bucks County for over 11 years. Hockey was a big part of my life. Getting back on the ice again was a huge goal of mine. Pun intended. In the seven weeks that I had been in my bubble, I went from 185 pounds down to 130. There wasn’t a hair left on my body. So pale, I looked the part…consumate poster boy chemo patient. The trips made to the shower were getting easier though and became a part of my rehab regimen. Still tedious, but so necessary for my mental well being.
The famous blackboard continued to be filled with glorious blocks of positive numbers. So positive that Dr. Dave had great news. ” Looks like you might be going home next week Keenan”. Scary, but welcome news. I was coming along well he said. Plus my numbers were high enough to sustain being outside of the bubble. This meant that my white cell, hemoglobin and platelet counts were conducive to fighting infection and high enough to hopefully allow me a protected release. Dave would let me know the exact date in a few days barring any complications or setbacks. Of course, he reminded me that a parting bone marrow aspiration would be coming. I was actually welcoming it. Believe that?
So, it was time to prepare myself for what was going to be a rough recuperation I was told. So many instructions, visiting nurses, food restrictions, etc. I would be going home with the Hickman Catheter too. Whatever. I was going to be staying with my parents for a while so I wouldnt be around Nick or Lori in the beginning. Joseph was also due to introduce himself to the world in about three weeks. My parent’s home would be another form of isolation but way more comfortable. Plus, in case of emergency, it would be easier to get me to the hospital. I also had an appointment every three days at the hospital for a few weeks after I was home. I wondered why they just didn’t keep me longer? Probably the insurance companies. I couldn’t wait to see Nick though! It had been too long a time since I kissed his head and told him goodbye as he slept, not knowing if I would ever see him again. Buddy, I made it. Next week I’ll be home. Hopefully.
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