We had a torrid time a couple of weeks ago trying to keep Pads pain under control and eventually moved to the syringe driver as opposed to fentanyl patches. This move was foreseen and something of a Rubicon in everyone's minds, not least Padi's. He worried that the device would hamper his movements. In fact he has continued to be able to enjoy the things he did before and he has mentioned wanting to do more. Quite how that could turn out is hard to picture, but he did get to church on Sunday night and was in the tub on Monday.
It is certainly typical of Pads who, over the last five years, has seemed to be spiralling downwards only to level off and continue on that plane for a while. Who are we to stymie his ambitions?