Magoo's test results have come back negative to a lot of scary stuff ... which is super positive.
We don't have answers regarding the the cause of his dodgy brain scans at this point.
But what we do have is assurance that it's not one of the feared syndromes or diseases that have kept my heart rate nice and high for weeks now.
We also have faith that regular scanning and monitoring will ensure that we're not ambushed by any nasty surprises in the near future.
I've cracked open a packet of sour Cola bottles in celebration* and may well crash on this here keyboard with relief once the sugar rush has subsided.
|Thank you x 1 million +!|
Optimistic and energised about the coming weeks is another wave of emotion.
I also feel a touch of guilt. Guilt that I get to be so lucky, lucky, lucky. Guilt that I've caused stress and worry for people in our lives. Guilt that the next patient behind us today was the embodiment of what we have been spared from - and I couldn't look her Mum in the eye as I walked my gorgeous, healthy boy past her wheelchair.
Anyway, enough about me, me, me.
Although, I'd love you to have a drink for me tonight.
How are YOU?
*Apologies to my poor bubby girl for today's diet of adrenalin, cortisol and sugar