Usually dreading such an early alarm we both moved into action at it's first sound. We arrived at Xray even before it opened. Once it did open, I had an X-ray and headed upstairs to the neurosurgery floor. We didn't stop for coffee and hardly said a word. Going through the motions we found our seats to wait. Within minutes I was called into the office. We met with the fellow as always and he pulled the x-rays up from days after my surgery and today. We held our breath and waited, silently.
He said "It looks good." I cried. Barry let out a sigh of relief he'd been holding for months. We could hardly contain ourselves, as the doctor continued to talk seemingly oblivious to our joy.
He explained there was a possibility of some bone growth. The beginning. A beginning. A humble, but hopeful start to what I now believe in my heart will be the beginning of the end of this year long medical tunnel we've been in.
I'm happy. More than happy, I guess it's relief, satisfaction and determination rolled into one. I want a new beginning to be strong and healthy again. I'm at the 10 week mark now and with every day I can see minor changes.
With our excitement to we didn't want to jump right in the car and head home so we did a little shopping, nothing exciting, just Costco. I was reminded of how easily I run our of steam when I had to hand the cartloads of stuff over to Barry to ring through the check out as I made my way to the car.
Once he joined me I could see he was feeling a little worn out too. I decided after much debate and consideration to get a cheap hotel and make it an early night. We will get on the road tomorrow at the crack of dawn to make it back in time for Barry to work.
It's been a long day, and one that was a long time coming. I know I have a lot of work ahead of me but for this night, I will bask in the good news and snuggle happily under the covers.