It is interesting what we end up calling "good news." I suppose in some ways it can be defined as something that lets you get to sleep again at night.
The last few weeks have been stressful, to say the least. I've gone through so many highs and lows, and had such varied things come my way that it has all been difficult to keep track of.
We put an offer on on a house, for starters. A bank repo, so it was on for a fairly decent price, and my bank approved my mortgage application. A few days later, I was talking to my mother, and she told me that her doctor had found a 3cm tumour on her kidney. Her doctor also had a very justified concern that it was the same, aggressive and lethal form of cancer that had killed my grandfather.
As it turns out, after the news from my mother, I decided to withdraw my offer on the property, to give us time to deal with my mom's health needs. I called my realestate agent to cancel the offer, and tells me she was just calling me to tell me that my offer was accepted. I told her what was happening, and that I was withdrawing my offer. She was really good about it and completely understood. I still felt like an ass for withdrawing it, though.
Fast forward to early in the new week. My mom got a call from her doctor to make an appointment with a specialist in Hamilton. So she headed out. She went down to stay with my sister and go to her appointment from there. This meant a week of waiting for us here. More sleepless nights too.
Saturday night, she came home. She called as soon as she got in and settled. "Good News," it turns out comes in many forms. She has cancer. There is a caveat, though. It isn't the same type of cancer my grandfather had. In fact, it is a likely one of the best/easiest forms of cancer going. They will remove the tumour laproscopically, and there is no need for radiation or chemotherapy afterwards. She'll need to go for checkups every few months, but she'll be healthy, and alive. Yeah, good news.
Steph had her ultrasound, too. We have another grandson on the way! She is having a boy again. I really didn't care if it was a boy or a girl, just as long as the baby was healthy. I can't wait for grandson number 2. If he's haf as much fun as Damian is, it will be amazing.
Things will settle back to normal. I just hope it's sooner rather than later.
Pax, all.
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