Great News!

Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway. -Mary Kay Ash


It doesn't matter what life sets in your path, what obstacles must be overcome... or plowed through, or trudged around, or what you perceive the world is trying to tell you... JUST FLY ANYWAY.

Late this afternoon, we found out that Fred was benign, and did not graduate past Grade I. This is the best news we could have hoped for. YAAAAY :-) Of course, as you can all imagine, we feel an enormous sense of relief. Even though this is the news we felt very sure we'd receive, knowing that the pathology report verified this was welcome news. Now, we work towards getting on with the business of living. We will be picking the neuro-onc's brain (no pun intended)on Monday. I'm an information junky when it comes to this stuff. For me, knowledge is power and gives me a sense of control in a situation that leaves you feeling you have very little control. In the meantime, all Jon's friends (and cousins ;-) are writing exams this week, and he is taking it easy, busying himself with healing.

Our spirits lifted, we decided to take in a change of scenery this evening, and venture back out into the rest of the world. Of course, we picked the coldest day of the year! But... the Windsor Spitfires did not disappoint :-) We are die hard hockey fans... and to be honest, a Spits game is much preferred over our Red Wings lately. Sad, but true. We've seen some great hockey over the last couple of seasons. Jon wore his new Windsor Spitfires jersey, signed by the whole team! Tonight, they did not disappoint and won 5-1 over Guelph. It was a winning day all around :-) We saw many family and friends at the game, all who were anxious to celebrate our good news with us. Mom was a bit (wellll... maybe a little more than a bit) protective over Jon, but he obliged. We waited until the crowd let out before we ventured to the van and arrived home to enjoy a nice long talk with Clayton. He is very missed. It was a happy phone call. Loved listening to Jon tell Clayton about the game and chatter about our days events.

BTW Louisa... Clayton is hoping the package you sent him comes tomorrow. I told him that perhaps the mail carrier smelled the package and absconded with the goodies I'm sure are packed in there. He laughed as I feared for the mail carrier with visions of a rabid bear closely resembling my son chasing him down. Then he commented that the guy would be recalling... in the afterlife... his last memory was eating something really good, then the lights went out!

I have to tell you, one of my most favourite things in this whole wide world is laughing with my children. It is a sound that is better than anything I can think of. I know Tom feels the same way too. That's the best way to end today's post

:-D