Some days, all the parking spots are close to the door, all the elevator doors open when the button is pushed, and all the brain scans are tumour-free.
And that was our December 23.
I still have tumours, in all the old familiar places, and there are plans to deal with them in 2015. However, most of my attention has been focussed on a recent MRI of my brain. On Tuesday, my doctor gave me the results. It’s called a “clear scan”, and it’s been awhile since I’ve had one of those. The disease off my brain is a load off my mind.
This means our Christmas can be about gratitude for the present and genuine hope for the future.
I can even picture conversing with Scrooge’s third ghost.
Merry Christmas everyone, from Robin, Will and myself.