I had another dream and, as I told a friend, although I didn’t completely wake up, I can remember that my dream self caused some sort of accident as I was walking along a sidewalk with a tall-ish dark haired man who was NOT Ken. Although it wasn’t clear in my dream, when I woke up, I felt very strongly that I had permanently maimed Tom Hanks, perhaps even paralyzed him.

Is Betty White next?! How about Sandra Bullock or William H Macy?! If I have to dream of doing terrible things to people, couldn’t I at least dream of maiming or killing someone really horrible?!

ANYWAY … You’ll never guess where we are right now! I’ll give you a clue…ping, ping, ping, ping …[silence]… ping, ping, ping, ping. Did you guess? I’ll bet some of you recognize the echo of heart monitors sounding off across the hospital wing! Yep, we’re back in the hospital again, since Monday. I’m hoping that we’ll be back home by Friday. He’s okay, not feeling great and not sleeping well, but I think that’s at least partially due to … well, being in a hospital.

Our current hospital trip started with a bout of unmanageable pain and sky-rocketing liver function lab results. Since he was admitted, though, the palliative team has changed the pain management strategy. He’s currently on a self-managed medication infusion which is helping some. In addition, he got another spinal MRI and ruled out any metastasis in his spine.  Today he had an ultrasound and an MRI of his liver. We don’t have the results yet but since it’s super late, I think we won’t know more until tomorrow.

I’m heading home shortly. Keep Ken in your thoughts and keep your fingers crossed that I don’t dream-kill anyone else! Much love ….