Happiness

The scan was CLEAR. We are delighted and I am extremely relieved. We went out for dinner and a glass of champagne last night in Manchester before driving back down and sleeping in, this morning.  Waiting for a scan is a difficult time - for me, anyway; Quent handles it better! But when it's clear, you feel like a bride. So much happiness, so much love; champagne and good wishes flowing.

My heart goes out to those without clear scans - and for Scottish YES voters struggling with shattered dreams - and for people in Syria and Gaza and Ukraine, their lives torn apart by war - and for the hostages of IS and their families; all tortured, either first or second hand. But today, I am full of happiness and I hope they'd forgive me for wallowing wholeheartedly in our joyful news.

Next scan

We've had a calm time, health-wise since my last post. Quent has returned to full health and we've had no crises, Addisonian or otherwise. The wasp killer of Rickmansworth lives well on his earnings from the Priory, but we're happy to call him in whenever we spy a stripy inhabitant.

Quent has been busy overseeing the building of our new garage and driveway, complete with car turntable. I have to admit it is pretty useful, although I'd still put it in the 'boys toys / gadget' category of life - and I still wonder how many wonderful holidays we could have had instead.

Here it is being lifted into place by Quent's patient friends and our very tolerant builders:

..and here's my car on the finished article (with one of the builders in the driving seat!)

Quent has a video somewhere, so I'll try to post that another time.

We are off to Manchester tomorrow for Quent's first scan since the operation. Please keep everything crossed for us and do your usual magic in the prayers & positive vibe department. I am a little anxious, because he seems more tired than usual (almost as tired as a normal person) and he's lost a bit of weight. But Quent's not worried and hopefully by tomorrow night, I won't be either.