"Diagnosis...." April 12, 2000

"Diagnosis...." April 12, 2000

One Before Midnight...

....and today has been a blessed day. Totally. Without question. Without reservation.

Thankyou Powers That Be.

It started with what was predicted to be a morning and afternoon satiated with heavy snowfall; almost thirty centimetres with subsequent freezing rain. I, therefore, cancelled my client sessions today, and together with The Goddess, declared this probably the last official snow day of the season.

Whether forecasts are as reliable as the stock market. While we did not get even close to the torrent of precipitation we were expecting, I felt not one guilty pang, not one regret for taking a day off. I enjoyed the day wholly.

After taking a late morning nap, I arose to The Goddess declaring that she was going to take the bus uptown to do some shopping. While I love Herself dearly, and enjoy ur times of solace, I was secretly delighted with the prospects of having some "time to myself".

Nuf said.

I did, however, also spend a considerable amount of time finishing the painting I started yesterday. It turned out to be a seascape, and perhaps the best, most satisfying work I have done to date. I have just a few touch ups to perform, and then it is off to Lowlandz to hopefully scan for me.

This one was truly a fulfilling experience for me.

My evening was expended visiting Alyx at the hospital. In preparation for a radiation test tomorrow, he was earlier this evening given some junk designed to clean him out so thoroughly one could eat off his innards. Between visits to the facilities, we had a typically great time.

The results are in for Alyx. He has been officially diagnosed with Hodgkin's Disease, specifically the nodular sclerosis kind.

Blessed Be.

Thank you Spirits.

Thank you to infinity.

This particular form of cancer is the most curable next to skin melanomas. He has at least an eighty percent chance of being cured.

To say that I was thrilled is an understatement.

I am so joyous, I do not know whether to laugh or cry.

These last two weeks have been so draining; the waiting and waiting so frustrating and painful. Now that he is going to be okay, I am not sure how to react.

Cry first, I think. Experience the sorrow I have so valiantly been keeping at bay for his sake.

Then laugh until it hurts, knowing that he will be with us probably longer than me.

I hope now to never stop laughing....

....Blessed Be...