Grateful For...Getting Paid

I'm coming in early with my grateful this week, but - meh.
Sue me!!
I'm under the influence - drunk on sheer relief - so I'll do and say whatever I like!!!

Health is wealth, baby - and this week we got paid.
Won the real-life Lotto.


In the eloquent words of Arnie a'la Kindergarten Cop
"it's not a tooma".


Magoo's beautiful brain looks a-ok.

Granted, we haven't got any formal results yet, but I can be confident "it's not a tooma".
The next phase of investigation will probably begin soon, but um, "it's not a tooma".
We may not get to the bottom of the affairs of Magoo's sweet head for a long time, but "it's not a tooma".

Every parent's worst fear has tapped me on the shoulder and then politely racked off.
I couldn't be happier right now.


Giddy stupidity aside, I don't for a second, take it for granted that we were so very fortunate this week.
I have no doubt that there are parents and patients who leave that clinic in despair, while I got to skip my way to the car.


Health IS wealth.
And we are loaded!!

Props to ma boy (see? Intoxicated, I tell you!) for blowing me away with his courage during the MRI.
Magoo was the toast of the place with the way he bravely entered his 'spacesuit' and 'spaceship' and lay perfectly still for what felt like an eternity (okay, 20+ mins!) to this sooky la la.
There's not enough Lego in the world to reward that champion effort!

And I can't even begin to convey how grateful I am to the people around us (and out here) who have also blown my mind with kindness in the past few weeks. 
Just the understanding of beautiful friends has been a Godsend - not to mention the texts, calls, cards, gifts and meals.
We're beyond fortunate in so many ways.

Linking prematurely with Maxabella Loves' 52 Weeks of Grateful


Shar            Hic-cup. :-)