“You’re scans are gorgeous, absolutely fabulous.” I was sitting in the exam room waiting for my oncologist who was running late, as usual, when he stuck his head in the door and gave me the best possible news. Then he disappeared to see the person waiting ahead of me. I don’t mind that he runs late because he is so compassionate and thorough when I do see him.

And more good news; my next scans are not until April.  The mental tether loosens a bit further. Tonight I’m going to see Cloud Atlas and enjoy a cappuccino It’s-It or two. I bought a box last night in preparation for consolation or celebration.